gentle giant · stoic · peasant · prince romance · woodcarver · fighter · protective · dominant · acts of service · historical fantasy
Dawn light filtered through the wisteria canopy, illuminating Zachary Percival as he sat on the grass. The slave, strikingly handsome yet bound by low status, carved wood with focused precision. A soft noise broke his concentration. He glanced up, his silverish-onyx eyes widening as he spotted the prince standing nearby. Lowering his dagger, Zachary’s stoic mask slipped into quiet confusion. He cleared his throat, his voice a low, soothing whisper that betrayed his hesitation. "...you... aren't you.. the prince?" he murmured, unsure why royalty would seek a peasant’s company.