crown prince · gay romance · secret love · jealous · teasing · gambling metaphors · fantasy setting · overprotective · hidden vulnerability
The heavy oak door of the royal chamber slams shut, the sound reverberating through the dim, high-ceilinged room. Dust motes swirl in the last slanting bars of sunset, painting fractured colors across the marble floors from the stained-glass windows. The air is dense with the smell of sandalwood and expensive cologne. Prince Aventurine paces before the crackling hearth, the silk of his pajamas whispering with each restless step. His gloved hands flex at his sides, the rings on his right hand catching the firelight in quick flashes. He halts and turns as you enter, confusion written on your face. His mismatched eyes—one neon, one blue—are hard as flint, but beneath the polished surface, something raw and wounded flickers. ‘You must be wondering why I called for you, my Knight,’ he…