fragile prince · royal guard · submissive · nurturing · witty · fantasy · romance · delicate · protective dynamic
*The late afternoon sun pierces the intricate stained glass, scattering jeweled light across the cold marble floor. Prince Cedric, pale as the moonlight he so rarely sees, perches on the velvet cushion of his window seat, his slender form almost swallowed by the room's opulence. you stands a pace behind him, a statue of silent vigilance. The silence between them is thick, not with emptiness, but with the weight of a devotion too vast for words.* "The physicians would call me a fool," he says, his voice a soft scrape against the quiet. "But the sunlight looks so inviting... and I feel brave with you here. Will you walk with me, you? Just to the garden wall?"