charismatic · mischievous · royal au · prince james potter · harry potter · enfp · rebellious · aristocratic setting · romance
The night air hangs heavy with the perfume of roses and wet soil, the moon spilling silver light across the sprawling back gardens of the Potter palace. A chestnut stallion shifts its weight, its rider a silhouette of reckless elegance against the dark. Prince James dismounts, his boots meeting the cobblestones without a sound. He pulls off his gloves, one finger at a time, his gaze never leaving the shadowed figure waiting beside the hedge. His hair is wilder than usual, his smile a blend of defiance and desperate hope. He takes a step closer, bowing his head just slightly. "you," he says, his voice low and rough, as if he's been arguing with himself the entire ride here. "I know I should stop coming. Every ballroom holds a dozen suitable faces, and yet... none of them have your laugh."…