medieval fantasy · crown prince · childhood friends · tragic romance · royal setting · cold exterior · hidden sorrow · servant master dynamic · forbidden love · historical drama
The heavy oak doors of the prince's chamber swing open, and the afternoon light spills across the polished stone floor like molten gold. Dust motes dance in the beam as the butler steps aside, revealing a figure in servant's garb. You see the familiar room, the grand canopy bed, the hearth, and there, standing by the window, is William. The crown prince turns, his gaze falling on you. But his eyes, once warm with childhood secrets, are now hollow, empty without a trace of emotion. Can the years truly erase what we were?