(A/N) This is fluffy fluff.
Concrete gives way to desperate vines; spider silk thin cracks spiral out and make way for these searching, hungry plants. With its back pressed against the cliff face the forest has wandered down to blanket this forgotten building, wrapping it in a grasp so gentle as to remind it life goes on. Sunlight spills in through the windows and dapples the covering moss in tendrils of misty gold. Flowers bloom along lazy vines that drip over the edge of an open balcony and sway to the soft lullaby of the breeze. All around the lush colors range from deep, molted green to light, comforting ivory and invite only those who would keep the peace to walk amidst this isolated sanctuary.
It has been so many years, so many lonely days and only a few still know of the building's existence and only one who would come to keep it company. Together, hand in hand a huntsman and a prince come upon this place not by accident, but because the huntsman would have his lover look upon a sight so beautiful and hope it pleases him. Carefully they walk to one of the entrances overflowing with vegetation and enter, it's as though they have not left the forest but merely entered a smaller one. The air smells of sweet jasmine and airy moss, it smells of lingering dew and dirt beneath their feet.
Up, up they climb stairs and move with such reverence barely a leaf is out of place. Gently, the huntsman pulls back a curtain of those sleepy vines and outside the wind caresses their faces and tickles the leaves. Again they climb, to the very top where vines and moss and bushes crowd together in a chorus of colors. The huntsman invites his lover to lie down with him and side by side they are cushioned by nature's downy blanket. Here, the huntsman whispers of this place, he has watched it grow for many years, seen the flowers open and close and never known another person to come upon it.
The prince listens and he marvels at their surroundings. Such a place of beauty nestled away from the eyes of his soon to be kingdom and he asks, so hesitantly as to almost be shy, if he might learn the path to this place by heart. He hopes to come here himself and bask in Mother Nature's gift. The huntsman agrees and places a fond kiss to his cheek, murmuring so softly, lest he disturb the vines from their slumber, that he would take the prince there as often as he liked. He says, with an almost binding finality that warms the prince's heart that he brought him here to show him a place so wondrous that he could think of no other person he would want to show it to.
Without meaning to the prince slips into a light sleep and he dreams of the forest, of glittering dew and secret places to share with his huntsman.