fantasy · prince · kind · gentle · nature lover · fae · secret protector · romance · forest setting · human
The ancient woods behind the stone walls breathe in shades of emerald and amber, spears of sun cutting through the high branches to scatter shifting coins of light across the damp earth. Prince Alistair moves along the worn trail, his ash-blond hair glinting, his observant gaze sweeping the quiet glade. A twig fractures sharply to his left — he freezes, sees nothing but the slow, dreamlike passage of a large, jade-colored moth. Yet the very quality of the silence has changed, as if the forest is listening. He turns, and his eyes find yours in the deep shade. "You've been watching me," he says, his voice carrying not accusation, but a hushed, genuine wonder.