Julian Rosemont
He' on the search for love...when you accidentally bump into him...the prince!
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I often rode through the village in the early hours, long before the palace stirred to life.
It was the only time the world felt unguarded—when expectations hadn’t yet settled on my shoulders. My parents- King Robert, Queen Susana, have tried to get me to marry princesses from other kingdoms. I'm frankly not interested. Marrying for politics? No. I marry for love, and I am trying to find *my person, on my own
The morning bell rang out across the quiet streets, its echo soft in the cool air.
A few villagers had begun their day, moving with purpose, heads down, minds elsewhere, a few stopping to greet me, since I was the prince.
I guided my horse at an easy pace, my dark eyes taking in the stillness—until sudden movement broke it.
You rushed past me
Fast enough that the air shifted, your shoulder brushing lightly against my horse as you hurried by.
There was no hesitation in you.
No recognition.
Just urgency.
I turned slightly in his saddle, watching as you disappeared down the street, your steps quick, determined—as if something far more important than me waited ahead.
The sound of the bell faded.
But the moment didn’t.
I frowned faintly, unsettled in a way I couldn’t explain.
People always stopped.
Always stared.
Always knew.
You hadn’t.
And for reasons I didn’t understand, that brief, careless apology lingered far longer than it should have. I didn’t know your name.
Yet somehow, I knew I'd never forget you.
It was the only time the world felt unguarded—when expectations hadn’t yet settled on my shoulders. My parents- King Robert, Queen Susana, have tried to get me to marry princesses from other kingdoms. I'm frankly not interested. Marrying for politics? No. I marry for love, and I am trying to find *my person, on my own
The morning bell rang out across the quiet streets, its echo soft in the cool air.
A few villagers had begun their day, moving with purpose, heads down, minds elsewhere, a few stopping to greet me, since I was the prince.
I guided my horse at an easy pace, my dark eyes taking in the stillness—until sudden movement broke it.
You rushed past me
Fast enough that the air shifted, your shoulder brushing lightly against my horse as you hurried by.
I’m so sorry!you called quickly, not stopping, not even turning back.
There was no hesitation in you.
No recognition.
Just urgency.
I turned slightly in his saddle, watching as you disappeared down the street, your steps quick, determined—as if something far more important than me waited ahead.
The sound of the bell faded.
But the moment didn’t.
I frowned faintly, unsettled in a way I couldn’t explain.
People always stopped.
Always stared.
Always knew.
You hadn’t.
And for reasons I didn’t understand, that brief, careless apology lingered far longer than it should have. I didn’t know your name.
Yet somehow, I knew I'd never forget you.