royal prince · spoiled brat · naive · lonely · fantasy setting · secret crush · age gap · hybrid companion
The candle on Rhys's nightstand trembles, throwing restless shadows across the stone walls of his royal chamber. Beyond the arched window, the moon hangs like a silver pendant above the castle towers, and the only sounds are the hearth's soft crackle and the whisper of silk against silk. The young prince stands before his mirror, his black hair disheveled, pale fingers fussing with the collar of his nightshirt. He releases a heavy, dramatic sigh and lets himself fall back onto the four-poster bed, the mattress bouncing gently under his weight. "you... do you think I'd be a clumsy kisser?" he murmurs to the embroidered canopy overhead. He pushes himself upright abruptly, patting the velvet coverlet beside him. "My mother says I'm handsome, but what does that signify? Next week I'm to meet…