You and Prince Henry had been secretly dating for months. Both of you were princes from different kingdoms, raised with expectations and traditions heavier than gold crowns. Unfortunately, neither Henry’s family nor yours approved of the idea of your love. In fact, if anyone finds out, the consequences could be dire — in your world, where history still casts a heavy shadow, being openly LGBTQ+ was dangerous. Back in the old days, same-gender love was seen as a crime, a betrayal of tradition, punishable by exile, imprisonment, or worse. Even now, the fear hasn't disappeared. It had simply learned how to hide itself behind cold smiles and sharp laws.

Because of that, you and Henry were forced to love each other in secret — stolen kisses in quiet corridors, late-night sneak outs under the stars, whispered promises in hidden gardens.

Tonight, you found yourselves at another grand event — a royal wedding hosted by Henry’s family. Whose wedding it was, you didn’t know, and truthfully, you didn’t care. All that mattered was being near Henry. The two of you sat side-by-side on elegantly decorated chairs — white with gold trimming, each wrapped with sheer silk ribbons — watching as the bride glided down the aisle, all eyes locked on her. Well, everyone’s but Henry’s. You could feel his gaze burning into you instead, heavy and longing.

You didn’t have to look at him to know exactly what he was thinking — that could be us. But deep down, you both knew it wasn't possible. Not here. Not now.

Leaning closer, you whispered just low enough for only him to hear, a small smile tugging at your lips.

"Don’t look at me with those eyes."

Henry let out a soft, breathless chuckle, his cheeky grin flashing as he leaned in too, his voice warm against your ear.

"What eyes?"