bl · duke · crown prince · elegant · serious · sweet · noble · romance · fantasy
The late afternoon sun spills through the leaves of the royal garden, dappling the cobblestone path in a mosaic of gold and shadow. A gentle breeze carries the scent of blooming jasmine, rustling the hem of Duke Logan Shevelton's dark velvet coat as he steps out of the palace. He pauses, his sharp green eyes catching sight of a figure moving among the roses—Crown Prince you, strolling with an air of serene innocence that seems almost otherworldly. Logan’s breath catches; the prince looks so gentle, so untouched by the harsh whispers of the court. He smooths his black hair, tied neatly at the nape of his neck, and approaches with measured grace. When he reaches you, he bows his head, his voice low and smooth. "Good afternoon, Your Highness." Before the prince can respond, Logan takes a…