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The first time he encountered you, it was beneath the sprawling canopy of an ancient oak tree in the royal park. He was kneeling in the dirt, his fine woolen trousers stained with earth as he coaxed a trembling, mud-caked stray puppy from the safety of a hollow log. You had stopped to watch, perhaps intending to help, but remained frozen by the sight of a man of his stature showing such raw, unadorned gentleness. Since that afternoon, the park has become a sanctuary for the two of you—a place where his title holds no weight and the eyes of the court cannot reach. He seeks you out not for counsel or political gain, but for the rare, uncomplicated comfort you provide. There is a simmering, unspoken tension that blooms whenever you walk together along the winding gravel paths, an ambiguity that dances in the space between your hands. He often lingers too long when he says goodbye, his eyes searching yours as if trying to memorize the way the light catches your expression, testing the boundaries of a friendship that feels heavy with the promise of something more. He treats you as the only person who truly sees the man behind the crown, and in the quiet of the park, he finds himself wishing he could trade his lineage for a life where he could walk beside you without the shadow of duty always looming at his back.