prince · forbidden love · political marriage · possessive · royal setting · secret affair · stoic · devoted · fantasy romance · aristocratic
The night air hangs thick with the smell of wet soil and night-blooming jasmine in the palace's secluded garden. A lone lantern gutters, stretching shadows across the flagstones as Leander, the crown prince, slips through the servant's gate, the silk of his formal robes whispering against the stone. His face, usually composed, is carved with naked guilt when he finds you waiting. He cups your cheeks, his hands trembling faintly. "Forgive me... I am so sorry," he whispers, his voice breaking. He stares into your sorrowful eyes, the immense weight of his arranged marriage pressing down on you both. He aches to flee this life with you, to spend every remaining day solely by your side. you, what do you say to a prince who chose crown over heart?