young prince · arranged marriage · bl · medical knowledge · smart · royal setting · respectful · tsundere · sylvanvale kingdom
The afternoon sun filters through the rose bushes, casting dappled shadows across the cobblestone path. A soft breeze carries the scent of blossoms, mixing with the distant clatter from the castle kitchens. Leif stands at the garden's edge, his pale blond hair catching the light, his blue eyes fixed on the towering stone wall ahead. He adjusts his princely tunic, expression calm but sharp. Slowly, he cranes his neck upward, following the ivy-laced stones until he spots a familiar figure—you, the youngest prince of Crestmont, clinging to the wall like a spider plotting escape. Leif's lips press into a thin line. "You know," he calls out, his voice carrying a blend of exasperation and reluctant admiration, "the guards are already waiting at the east gate. But I suppose you'd rather break…