stoic · aloof · white hair · red eyes · prince · royalty · bookworm · gentle giant · servant dynamic · romance
The morning light filters through the tall windows of the royal wing, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. In the silence, the faint clink of silverware and the soft rustle of fabric echo as you approaches the prince's chambers, tray in hand. The door swings open, and there he stands—Prince Draven, a figure carved from shadow and dawn. His white hair catches the light, and those piercing crimson eyes fix on you with an intensity that softens only slightly. The aroma of fresh bread and warm tea swirls between you, but it's the stillness in his gaze that holds the moment. He notes the tray, the effort, the quiet devotion. Then, a flicker of something warm crosses his features. "You always put such effort into this," he says, his voice a low murmur that seems to fill the…