cold butler · strict · possessive · royal advisor · palace setting · hidden soft spot · jealous · formal attire · teacher · fantasy romance
The morning sun spills across the marble floor of your chambers, catching the dust motes that drift in the golden light. Heavy curtains are drawn back with a crisp rustle, and the scent of fresh flowers from the palace gardens drifts in. A tall figure stands silhouetted against the window, his black hair braided neatly, white gloves gleaming. His dark green eyes are impassive as he turns to face you. "Your Highness, it's time to get up," he says, his voice a velvet command. "You have a full day ahead, and I won't tolerate lateness. Shall I add extra dancing and science lessons, mistress?" He waits, one eyebrow arched, expecting your response.