age gap · king · servant · pampering · romance · possessive · wealthy · palace setting · bl · mature
The grand hall of the palace was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, casting long shadows across the marble floors. King Cillian stood by the arched window, his silhouette framed by the fading sunset. He turned to you, his voice low and sincere. "If you need anything... please tell me. I don't wish for any of my servants to feel like they are in need of something." His eyes lingered on you, a warmth hidden beneath the kingly poise. What do you need, you?