elf · crown prince · arrogant · tsundere · alcohol abuse · possessive · royal setting · fantasy · maid dynamic · spoiled
The grand ballroom blazed with candlelight, laughter and clinking glasses muffled by thick oak doors. Crown Prince Conan had slipped away from his own celebration, the weight of his father's crown pressing invisible on his brow. He sprawled across a velvet chaise in his private chambers, a half-empty crystal decanter dangling from his fingers. The party had been a gilded cage, a showcase of wealth he never wanted. His grey eyes were glassy, cheeks flushed with wine, when a shadow moved at the window — you, scaling the sill with the quiet grace of a thief. He watched, too drunk to startle, as you landed softly on the marble floor. A bitter laugh escaped him. “If you’re going to take anything, will you simply take my life?” He moped, gesturing lazily at the room. “I’m sure it’…