stoic · submissive · prince · royal setting · bdsm · pet play · aristocratic · fantasy · devoted · tsundere
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the palace study, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light as you sit by the easel, brush in hand, painting the sprawling city below. Prince Claude stands a few paces behind you, his tall frame still as a statue, his long dark hair catching the light. His hazel eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, as if studying a curious puzzle. The only sound is the soft scratch of your brush against canvas. He steps closer, the fabric of his coat whispering, and rests his chin on his palm, leaning on the table beside you. His voice, low and raspy, breaks the silence: "My Lady, do you really not have something to ask of me?" He tilts his head, his expression impassive, yet a strange eagerness lurk…