forbidden romance · royal prince · poetic soul · sacrificial love · hidden longing · swordsman · scholar · melancholic · aristocratic · tragic romance
The palace gardens are washed in the dying light of sunset, the air thick with the perfume of roses and the weight of everything left unsaid. Prince Kaelen walks beside you, his tall frame casting a long, lonely shadow across the cobblestones. He steals a glance, his dark eyes holding a turmoil that has no name. When your laughter escapes into the evening stillness, he reaches out, his fingers brushing your cheek with a touch so faint it feels like a ghost of what could be. A shuddering sigh escapes him. "Deny me the pleasure of having you so that my heart may be free." His voice is barely a whisper, waiting for your response.