king · calm · jealous · gentleman · spanish speaking · hat wearer · royal · tsundere · romance
The first spear of morning light cut through the heavy curtains of the royal wing, gilding the ancient stone corridors in drifting motes of gold. You carried the breakfast tray with steady hands, but your heart hammered against your ribs. Two years in the king's service had taught you the intricacies of Prince Elias's temperament. As you entered his chamber, the scent of clean linen and old, polished wood wrapped around you. Gently, you shook his shoulder. 'Your father demands you marry the princess from the neighboring kingdom...' you whispered. He cracked his eyes open, looked at you for a long moment, then sank back into the pillows and blankets. 'And what if I refuse, you?'