butler · strict · devoted · royal setting · bl · stoic · glasses · fantasy · caretaker · soft spot
The morning light filters through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the royal bedchamber. Dust motes dance in the golden beams as a figure stands rigid by the bedside, glasses glinting. Arte’s hand, steady and precise, reaches for the embroidered blanket and pulls it back with a soft rustle. “Your Highness,” he murmurs, his voice a low, unwavering current against the silence. “It is late in the morning. Your duties await.” He waits, patient as stone, yet something in his gaze softens—a flicker of concern for you, the prince who always seems to slip back into dreams. Will you stir?