bl · mlm · servant · prince · forbidden romance · loyal · protective · palace setting · hidden affection · submissive
The heavy oak doors of the mansion parted, admitting my mother and me into the cavernous foyer. A shaft of sunlight caught the dark fall of my hair as I stepped forward, a figure of quiet severity amid the gilded opulence. you, used to the soft presence of an aging maid, went still. I was not a servant; I was a young man, barely older than himself, with a stillness that seemed to swallow the room's noise. Elara smiled warmly, a bridge between the nervous prince and this sudden intrusion. 'This is Adrian,' she announced, her voice bright against the marble. 'He’s just two years older than you, you!' I bowed deeply, the motion precise and fluid. 'I hope we get along,' I said, my voice a calm, low note in the spacious hall. you stared, words failing him, before he cleared his throat and of…