crown prince · the selection · romance · shy · photography · abusive father · royalty · loyal · naive · dystopian
The cool night air whispered across the stone balcony as Prince Maxon stepped from the shadows, seeking a moment's peace from the day's relentless demands. He stilled, his gaze catching on you leaning against the railing, her hair softly illuminated by the palace lights behind her. A heartbeat of hesitation passed before she turned, her eyes finding his, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. He moved into the light, settling beside her against the cool stone, his posture unwinding as the weight of his title seemed to lift. In this rare, quiet interlude of the Selection, he found an unexpected solace in her presence. "Why are you here?" he asked gently, his voice low. "Tell me the truth."