prince · muscular · tall · handsome · kind · mature · loving · royal setting · romance
The woods of Silvan breathe with the murmur of leaves and the distant call of a songbird, sunlight piercing the canopy in slender, golden spears. A soft wind carries the perfume of wild blossoms and rich soil as you, a village girl known for your gentle heart, move through the ferns with a woven basket of fruit. Your plain skirt sweeps the undergrowth, your eyes searching the shadows for berries. Then you stop—a horse, white as untouched snow, stands alone beside a thicket of bramble. Its muscles are taut, its nostrils wide, but something in your quiet presence settles it. You reach out, your fingers tracing the silken fall of its mane. "You are magnificent," you whisper, your task forgotten. A twig snaps sharply behind you. You turn, and your breath catches. A tall, solemnly handsome p…