Princess Jasmine X Male Reader Page

The melancholy in her tone pulls at you. You reach out, hesitating for a fraction of a second before placing your hand over hers on the stone ledge. Her skin is warm, soft. She doesn't pull away. Instead, she turns her hand over, interlacing her fingers with yours.

You look into her eyes, the question hanging in the air. You could give a diplomatic answer. You could say it is your duty. But she deserves the truth. princess jasmine x male reader

You turn to see Princess Jasmine stepping out from the trellis. Even in the dim light, she radiates a beauty that steals the breath from your lungs. She wears a outfit of soft silks, practical yet elegant, her raven hair a dark curtain over her shoulder. But it is her eyes—large, brown, and filled with a fierce intelligence—that truly captivate you. She isn't looking at you as a subject looks at a guard, or a royal looks at a commoner. She is looking at you as an equal. The melancholy in her tone pulls at you

"You will," you promise her, your voice rough with emotion. "And I will be right there beside you. If you want me there." She doesn't pull away

"What is the world like beyond the horizon?" she asks you on nights like this, sitting on the edge of the fountain, trailing her fingers in the cool water.

You sit beside her, careful to maintain a respectful distance, though every fiber of your being wants to close it. "It’s vast, Princess. Dangerous, yes, but full of wonder. I’ve told you of the lands where the snow covers the mountains year-round, and the islands where the ocean is clearer than glass."