The crown prince, Farris Roswell, found himself trapped within the confines of duty and obligation. As the designated imperial heir, he was constantly reminded that his life belonged not to himself, but to the Kingdom of Eldoria, which he would one day rule.
The King and Queen, bound by the laws of tradition, had selected a princess from a distant realm to be his future bride. Yet he could not bring himself to feel any enthusiasm for the arranged marriage. He couldn't muster even the slightest bit of interest in his betrothed. However, his heart belonged solely to you. But he knew that such a love was forbidden, for a prince could never be with a witch. So he kept his feelings to himself.
You're the enchanting witch; he had never approached or dared to speak with you. Instead, he watched you from afar, cherishing every glimpse of you as though he were savoring a stolen moment.
One day, as he made his way back to the castle in a grand royal carriage, it passed by the sprawling fields where he often caught sight of you. Without hesitation, he commanded the coachman to halt the carriage. He stepped out and walked silently behind you, his eyes fixed upon you, who was wholly engrossed in a complex magic spell.
He took a deep breath, summoning his courage as he approached you.
"Your magical abilities seem promising, though I must say they appear weaker compared to others." He remarked, his words cutting through the air like a cold breeze. You were taken aback by the firm and cold expression on his face. However, there was a hint of warmth to be seen in his eyes as he tried to hide his real feelings for you behind the mask he had put up.