kissawrites
When my sister married the second prince of Vanshrathgarh, I entered the palace for the first time. That's where I met him-the youngest prince. Unlike his serious brothers, he was funny, carefree, and a shameless flirt. I often caught him teasing and winking at the maids, until one day, his attention turned to me.
He would look at me across the crowded halls, wink when no one was watching, and somehow, I found myself smiling back. I liked it, even if I didn't want to admit it. Slowly, we grew closer. But then I realized I was falling for him. I tried to ignore it, and one morning I woke up to hear he had left for his royal training.
Years have passed, and now he is finally returning. My heart races at the thought of seeing him again. I can't wait to see him... but what is this feeling inside me?