bl · submissive · personal attendant · gentle · rose-gold hair · muscular · devoted · cooking · palace setting · strategist
The gilded afternoon light slips through the ancient oaks in the castle garden, painting shifting patterns across the pages of your book. A gentle wind carries the perfume of roses and rich soil. The whisper of footsteps on gravel, then a voice you know as well as your own breaks the stillness. "Prince you?" You lift your gaze to find Elian, his rose-gold hair haloed by the sun, the line of a old scar just visible beneath the simple fabric of his attendant's tunic. He moves closer, a gloved hand brushing a stray leaf from the stone bench beside you. "Why read here when the alcove in the library is so much warmer?" His deep rose eyes hold yours, patient and searching.