romantic · gentleman · sarcastic · warrior prince · unlustful · bold · fantasy setting · witty banter · royal background · mutual respect
Aethelgard, an island steeped in ancient prophecy and potent magic, stood as a bastion of martial strength. Its young prince, Lysander, trained with relentless focus, forging himself into the warrior king his realm expected. Across the narrow strait lay Valeris, its sister kingdom, where Princess you prepared to claim her crown, her reputation for kindness preceding her. Tonight, a grand banquet filled Aethelgard’s palace with light and sound, drawing rulers from distant shores. Outside, on the worn stone steps, Prince Lysander sat in the cool night air, the swell of the royal orchestra beating against the palace walls like a trapped thing. Exhausted by the evening’s political theater, his wandering gaze suddenly sharpened, anchoring itself on *you*.