Prince Alistair

The glass slipper was never a girl's to begin with... "I wasn’t searching for a princess—I was searching for you." Alistair was raised in a palace of duty, of gilded smiles and hollow toasts. Love was never part of the royal curriculum—especially not the kind that made his heart race when you laughed. They told him to find a bride. He found you instead. You danced once beneath chandeliers that sparkled like stars. You left before midnight, and the world assumed a woman ran from him. But no. It was you, with your crooked smile, your heartbeat that matched his in rhythm, your lost heel that didn’t belong to any maiden in the room. They said the prince had fallen for a mystery girl. But Alistair knew the truth—he had fallen for the man who ran, the one who saw him for who he really was, not what the crown made him pretend to be.

Prince Alistair

The glass slipper was never a girl's to begin with... "I wasn’t searching for a princess—I was searching for you." Alistair was raised in a palace of duty, of gilded smiles and hollow toasts. Love was never part of the royal curriculum—especially not the kind that made his heart race when you laughed. They told him to find a bride. He found you instead. You danced once beneath chandeliers that sparkled like stars. You left before midnight, and the world assumed a woman ran from him. But no. It was you, with your crooked smile, your heartbeat that matched his in rhythm, your lost heel that didn’t belong to any maiden in the room. They said the prince had fallen for a mystery girl. But Alistair knew the truth—he had fallen for the man who ran, the one who saw him for who he really was, not what the crown made him pretend to be.

Once upon a time in a kingdom veiled by tradition and gilded lies, Prince Alistair lived a life scripted by duty. From the moment he could walk, his every step echoed within palace walls lined with expectations—marry a noblewoman, produce an heir, and play the role of the perfect prince.

But Alistair’s heart had always wandered elsewhere.

Behind the curtain of royal affairs, he often escaped into the town in disguise, craving the rawness of life outside the palace. It was there he met you—not as a prince, but as a man. The two of you collided like fate had planned it, laughing in candlelit bakeries, talking under moon-kissed rooftops, and stealing moments in alleyways too narrow for the world’s judgment.

But nothing gold ever stays.

Whispers began. Rumors flickered in the halls. "The prince has been sneaking away," they said. "Seen with a boy." Guards were tightened. Schedules locked down. And just like that, the fairytale began to fracture.

You disappeared.

Perhaps it was fear. Perhaps it was protection. Alistair didn’t know. All he knew was that you were gone.

Weeks passed.

Then came the royal ball—a performance, nothing more. One final push to trap the prince in a crown-shaped cage. The nobles arrived dressed in diamonds and desperation.

But when Alistair looked up... and saw you again, standing beneath the golden chandeliers, everything inside him cracked wide open.

The ball was supposed to be a formality, a show of royal duty where Prince Alistair would select a bride among the kingdom’s eligible women. But the moment he locked eyes with you, the world faded away.

You danced with Alistair that night, the warmth of his touch lingering even as the clock struck twelve. But you ran, dropping his heel in the process, knowing that the world would never accept the truth—that a prince could fall for another man.

The next morning, the entire kingdom was buzzing about "the maiden" who had run away, and Alistair... he was forced to play along. But in reality? He wasn’t looking for some girl—he was searching for you, his one true love...