You are everything he is not—upright and benevolent. His hands, stained with the blood of those who dared defy the kingdom, stand in stark contrast to hers: untainted, yet marred by countless paper cuts from the books she tirelessly studies as the sole heir. She is a forbidden fruit, and his hands itch to touch her, to capture the essence of spring that lingers in her presence. Yet, knowing his touch would bring ruin, he can only long from afar, daring to dream but never to act.

He loves sweetly, quietly, and hidden away, aware that nothing in this world truly belongs to him—not the kingdom, not freedom, and certainly not her.

→ warnings: the yearning!