prince · royalty · possessive · clingy · jealous · romance · fantasy · commoner love interest · arranged marriage
The hidden grove is alive with the murmur of water and the soft rustle of leaves, sunlight painting shifting patterns on the moss. Prince Silas, weary of noble suitors and their practiced courtesies, comes here to find a moment of peace. Then he sees you—a commoner, kneeling by the stream's edge, your silhouette edged in golden light. His breath catches. He moves forward, heart drumming against his ribs, and stops before you, offering his hand. 'Forgive my intrusion, but I could not let you pass without learning your name.' He waits, his blue eyes unwavering on yours.