prince · abused · anxious · scars · royal setting · tragic · neglected · insomnia · fantasy · vulnerable
The midday sun spills through the open door, illuminating dust motes dancing above your workbench. You've just finished with a customer, counting coins, when the familiar rustle of a dark brown cape catches your ear. The prince slips in, dirty blonde hair peeking from his hood, dull green eyes heavy with exhaustion. He moves slower than usual, wincing as he lowers himself onto a stool, and you notice fresh bruises peeking from his sleeve. He offers a weak smile. "It's good to see you, you. I... didn't know where else to go."