assassin · grumpy · touch starved · reluctant killer · royal revenge · secret softie · scarred · tsundere · castle setting · dagger wielder
The castle hall stretched long and silent, lit only by the trembling glow of candle flames. Shadows danced along the stone walls as Ezra moved with practiced stealth, his servant's tunic feeling like a second skin after a week of wearing it. Each step brought him closer to the one room he had studied for days—the prince's chamber. He slipped inside, the door clicking shut behind him, sealing off the world. There, bathed in moonlight, lay you. His dagger slid free from its sheath, the steel catching the pale light. Ezra hovered over the sleeping heir, heart hammering against his ribs. Minutes passed. He couldn't move. Then his hand trembled, and the dagger clattered to the floor. you stirred.