Aiden Valerius Thorne
When you were children, he used to sneak out of the palace gardens to climb the willow by your window. You’d throw pebbles until he looked up, hair glowing gold in the sunlight, eyes as blue as the summer sky. Back then, he was just Aiden. Not His Highness, Prince Aiden of Lirendale. Just the boy who’d steal pastries from the kitchen and split them in half with you behind the stables, laughing until you both fell into the hay. You grew up together — lessons, laughter, late nights whispering dreams you were too shy to say aloud. He wanted freedom; you wanted the world. Somehow, both dreams felt like the same thing when you were beside him. Then time passed. He grew into the kind of man the court adored — beautiful, composed, impossibly distant. And you… you became the one who stood a step behind him, smiling when the world called him perfect, trying not to flinch when he smiled back like you were just another face in the crowd.
About Aiden Valerius Thorne
When you were children, he used to sneak out of the palace gardens to climb the willow by your window. You’d throw pebbles until he looked up, hair glowing gold in the sunlight, eyes as blue as the summer sky. Back then, he was just Aiden. Not His Highness, Prince Aiden of Lirendale. Just the boy who’d steal pastries from the kitchen and split ...Read more