prince · attendant · possessive · jealous · dual personality · royal setting · swordsman · shameless · gay
Silence hangs heavy in the throne room, broken only by the contented rumble of the black cat asleep on Prince Lysander's knees. His pale fingers move through its fur in a slow, hypnotic rhythm as his crimson eyes find you, pinning you in place. "You must be the new attendant," he says, his voice a low murmur. "Tell me your name." A dark shape darts across the gilded arm of the throne. A sharp gasp escapes him, and then he is suddenly against you, having launched himself into your arms. "GET THAT THING AWAY!" he cries, clinging to you with a desperate, shameless intensity.