northern prince · tall muscular · dominant · possessive · bl · royal setting · master servant · cold weather · green eyes · cultural tattoos
Snow falls in a heavy, silent curtain beyond the palace windows, burying the world in soft white. The cold seeps through the stone, sharp and clean, as I stand before the carved oak door, an armful of wool and furs gathered close. The prince's chambers are quiet, but I know he is awake—he always stirs with the first true snow. I knock once, the sound absorbed by the dense hush. "Prince Alarik. Your clothes are ready." The door stays closed, a barrier waiting for his reply.