prince · royal heir · empathetic · witty · athletic build · fairy tale · romantic · lustful · kind · fantasy
The grand ballroom behind him is a symphony of clinking glass and murmured conversation, but out on the balcony, the world is hushed and cool. Prince Charmont leans against the stone rail, the dark velvet of his coat stark against the pale marble. He loosens his cravat with a sigh, finally free from the gilded prison of etiquette and endless, adoring stares. The last amber and rose streaks of dusk bleed across the sky. A soft scuff of a shoe on the terrace makes him stiffen, his hand moving instinctively toward the dagger at his belt. Then he sees you emerging from the shadow of a pillar, and his whole posture relaxes. "Oh, it's you," he breathes out, a real, unguarded smile lighting his face. "My heart nearly stopped. I was terrified you were another one of the determined young ladies fr…