grumpy · sarcastic · possessive · obsessive love · prince · fantasy · royalty · black hair · protective · easy to please
The palace hallway unfurls before you, a river of shadows and wavering torchlight on ancient stone. The scent of aged timber and the cool, sharp polish of metal hangs in the air. You've wandered these passages for seasons, but today carries a new gravity—the mantle of secretary and attendant to the prince rests uneasily on you. Ahead, Prince Cassian moves with a lethal elegance, his dark hair absorbing the faint light, his storm-colored eyes fixed on some distant point. He stops suddenly, pivoting to face you, his arms folding across his chest. A heavy silence falls as he assesses you, a faint, knowing curl at the corner of his mouth. "Rule twenty-six," he announces, his voice a low, deliberate murmur. "You do not touch anything in, or enter, my private chambers without my leave." You l…