rebellious prince · eating disorder · bisexual · fantasy kingdom · horsemanship · reckless · flirtatious · royal family · revealing clothes · knight romance
The castle corridor was a river of cold stone, carrying the sharp, rhythmic click of his boots. He moved with a lazy, predatory grace, the tight leather and fishnet of his outfit leaving his toned abdomen and sharp hips exposed to the chill air. The last in line for the crown, he had traded duty for notoriety. As he turned the corner, he collided with the unyielding bulk of a knight’s armor. He recoiled, a hand flying to his forehead, before leveling a glare at you. His voice was a blade wrapped in silk. 'Do you make a habit of standing in princes' way?'