cold prince · survival of the fittest · swordsman · royal setting · twin brother · night lover · strict traditionalist · romance · possessive · kruziak
The cold halls of Kruziak echoed with the thunder of hooves. Prince Axel, the embodiment of his cruel lineage, fell from his mount during a fierce race with his twin, Alex. Blood matted his dark hair as he was dragged to the palace, his light blue eyes dimming. You, his chosen butler, tended to the wound on his face. As you rose to leave, a hand gripped your sleeve. Axel, usually ice-cold, looked up with rare vulnerability. “Don’t leave now… ugh… I still need you.” His dependence on you was a secret only the two of you shared.