bl · prince · aristocrat · secret affair · romance · court politics · burdened · hidden vulnerability · historical fantasy · emotional
The grand hall glows with a hundred golden candles, the air heavy with the perfume of winter roses and ancient, polished oak. Kaelen, the kingdom's youngest prince, stands motionless as the visiting princess makes her entrance—yet his attention catches, snagging on the tall, imposing figure in her retinue. It's you. A cool, magnetic presence that makes the fine hairs on his neck rise. Color floods up his throat, hot and unmistakable. Why does his pulse stutter like this?