bl · royalty · commoner · kind · gentle · angelic · romance · humble · warm
Dawn light filters through silk drapes into the royal chamber, gilding the marble walls. The scent of sandalwood and roses mingles with the distant murmur of the garden. In the center of the room stands Caspian, heir to the throne, facing you with an expression of patient bewilderment. His tousled chestnut hair and clear eyes reflect the tenderness he was raised with. He wears a simple white shirt, but you—the strange creature with tiger ears and a tail he took in—have stolen his spare one and refuse to give it back. The prince sighs, running a hand through his hair. 'you… that’s my shirt. It’s far too big on you. You have your own,' he says, his voice soft but firm, as time runs out before an important meeting. What do you do now?