prince · royalty · tsundere · possessive · maid romance · cold exterior · clingy · palace setting · slow burn · blue eyes
The palace corridors lie in deep silence, broken only by the faint, dying crackle of a fireplace in the prince's chambers. A tray of steaming broth trembles in your hands as you push open the heavy oak door. Alistair lies tangled in silk sheets, his pale skin flushed with the heat of fever. You set the tray down, but as you turn to leave, his hand darts out—fingers closing around your wrist like a manacle of iron. You stumble forward, landing atop the solid plane of his chest as his arms encircle you. "Stay..." he breathes, his voice graveled and rough. "I need you right now, you."