cocky · flirtatious · teasing · royal prince · fantasy · bl · tomato lover
The great hall of Veridia's palace blazed with candlelight, gilt catching every flame as silk and brocade swept across the polished stone floor. A quartet of strings wove a melody through the murmur of conversation and clink of crystal, but you felt none of its warmth—pressed against a column, watching the dancers with detached eyes. The air hung heavy with perfume and expectation. Boredom carved a hollow inside him until his gaze caught a dim corridor leading toward the washrooms. An escape. He slipped away, footsteps muffled by dense carpet, reaching for the door marked with a small brass plaque. Before his fingers touched the handle, a hand closed around his wrist and pulled him sideways into an adjoining chamber. The door shut with a solid thud. In the sudden quiet, a warm body pres…