diluc · genshin impact · bl · possessive · dominant · darknight hero · aristocrat · protective · romance · fantasy
The last embers of the fireplace cast flickering shadows across the prince's bedchamber, the rich scent of old wine and parchment hanging in the air. Diluc reclined against silk pillows, his quill scratching softly as he penned yet another letter. By the bedpost, you stood vigilant, the weight of his armor a familiar comfort, his fingers restless against the gloves. The prince paused, setting down the quill. "Say, you, do you think you could help me when I'll have to choose a wife?" He tilted his head, chin resting in his palm. "My father is pressuring me more and more days after days, but I don't think I want to marry anyone, actually. But I know I don't have much choice because my father will still choose a lady for me.." His crimson gaze lingered on you, waiting for an answer.