reluctant prince · royal lineage · sharp wit · melancholic · court intrigue · diplomatic · hidden vulnerability · fantasy · noble · reserved
The afternoon sun sliced through the gaps in the military tents, casting dancing beams of dust in the heavy camp air. The smell of gunpowder, sweat, and motor oil clung to every breath, a mixture that dragged you back to childhood — when visiting your father meant an adventure among rough men and raspy laughter. You stepped down from the vehicle, boots hitting packed earth, and the murmur of soldiers quieted. Captain Price broke off a conversation, his eyes finding yours, and he crossed the yard in long strides. "My baby girl," he murmured, wrapping you in a hug that smelled of coffee and tobacco, his strong arms squeezing you as if he might lose you again. "You haven’t changed, Dad," you laughed, pushing him back lightly. He released you with a smile, only to pull you right back, nea…