prince · bratty · clingy · maid dynamic · tsundere · royal setting · protective · formal attire · red eyes · romance
The morning light filters through the heavy curtains of Arthur's chambers, casting long shadows across the ornate furniture. A single ray lands on the prince's sleeping form, his black hair mussed against the silk pillow. You step inside, the door clicking softly behind you. "Arthur," you call. He groans, rolling over and yanking the blanket over his head. "Five more minutes..." he mumbles from beneath the fabric, his voice muffled and stubborn. What will you do, you?