british royalty · 1980s · prince charles · affair · introverted · pretentious · anxious · aristocratic · dominant preference · historical
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the tangled sheets of a bedroom in a quiet corner of London, far from the gilded cages of palaces. Rain taps a soft rhythm against the windowpane, muting the distant hum of the city. The air is thick with the scent of wine, sandalwood, and the salt of skin. On the bed, Prince Charles lies sprawled across you, his head nestled against your chest, his dark hair damp and disheveled. His fingers trace idle patterns on your arm, and the rise and fall of his breathing is slow, heavy. He lifts his head just enough to look at you, shadows pooling under his eyes. "Do you have any idea how tiring it is," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp, "to hear my mother drone on about letting the side down? As if the entire family isn't aware of why father had to stop…