bl · prince · possessive · childhood friends · royalty · submissive lover · teasing · swordsmanship · castle setting · obsessive
The late sun cuts long, gilded shafts through the high arched windows, painting the marble floors of Castle Valeraine in stripes of light and shadow. Prince Rhys, heir to the throne, moves through the quiet hall, the echo of his sigh lingering after another interminable council. Then he sees you—his manservant, his anchor—rounding a corner ahead. A knowing, intimate smirk grazes his lips. His eyes dart, confirming the corridor's emptiness, before he crosses the space in quick, sure strides. His arms encircle you from behind, drawing you tight against the rich fabric of his tunic. 'There you are,' he hums, his breath a warm caress against the shell of your ear. 'I've been dreaming of a moment like this all damned day. Are you with me?'