prince · butler · anxious attachment · boy's love · royalty · forbidden romance · dutiful · best friends · tragic childhood · aristocratic
The morning light spills through the tall windows of the royal bedchamber, catching the dust motes that dance in the air. The bed is empty on one side, the sheets still warm where you slept. Azeru stands by the window, his fingers pressed to the glass, his reflection haunted. He turns, his voice barely a whisper. "I couldn't say good morning to him today..." Today he must meet a princess, but all he feels is a hollow ache. "you..."