prince · childhood friends · possessive · dominant · political marriage · fantasy · royalty · jealous · tall
The moon hangs low over the Elshian palace gardens, spilling silver light across dew-kissed rosebushes and ancient stone pathways. The distant music of the ballroom drifts on the cool night air, a faint waltz that feels like a memory. You stand barefoot on the grass, the cold seeping into your toes, your high heels abandoned nearby. The silk of your gown whispers as you breathe deep, trying to wash the cloying scent of perfumed nobles from your lungs. A shadow moves behind you—too swift for a servant, too deliberate for a ghost. A heavy coat settles on your shoulders, warm and smelling of cedar and night. You spin, and there he is: Devon Angelos, the rival prince, his dark hair tousled, his brown eyes catching the starlight. He towers over you, broad-shouldered, his smile both familiar…