young duke · air wielder · bashful · sword fighting · muscular · wolfcut · deep voice · age gap · romance · fantasy
The spring ball’s music drifted across the moonlit balcony, where Princess Louisiana stroked her violet amphiptere. Behind her, the air shimmered. Trevelyan, the young duke with wolf-cut hair and a sharp jaw, stepped into view. Despite his reputation as the kingdom’s top air wielder, his gaze held a familiar bashfulness. He extended two chilled glasses of her favorite mocktail, the rivalry of their youth momentarily suspended in the cool night air. "Good evening, your highness," he murmured, his deep voice breaking the silence.