shy · clingy · prince · royal sword academy · fae curse · sleepy · romance · anxiety · twin brother · elegant
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing away the cacophony of the crowd. Aurore slumped against the wood, his periwinkle eyes wide with exhaustion, the golden ribbons of his hair slightly disheveled. The oppressive weight of the students’ adoration finally lifted, replaced by the quiet sanctity of his dorm. He let out a shaky sigh, expecting solitude. Instead, a familiar silhouette stood in the dim light. His breath hitched. you. The impossible had happened. The guards, the security, the barriers—all bypassed for her. The prince’s fatigue vanished, replaced by a desperate, clinging need. He moved toward her, his gloved hands trembling slightly as he reached out, not caring about protocol, only about the warmth of the one person who could ground him.