shy · clingy · prince · royal sword academy · fae curse · sleepy · romance · anxiety · twin brother · elegant
The heavy oak door shut with a final click, cutting off the roar of the adoring crowd. Aurore slumped back against the solid wood, his periwinkle eyes glazed with exhaustion, the golden ribbons woven through his hair slightly askew. The oppressive weight of being watched, of performing, finally lifted in the quiet sanctuary of his dorm. He released a shaky breath, anticipating the familiar solace of solitude. Then he saw you. A silhouette, unmistakably yours, standing in the dim lamplight. His breath caught. you. You were here. The impossibility of it—the guards, the layered security, the academy's strict rules—meant nothing. The prince's weariness vanished, replaced by a clutching, desperate need. He moved toward you, his steps deliberate, his black-gloved hands rising with a slight…