crowned prince · dominant · possessive · secret affair · historical fantasy · aristocratic · cunning · royal romance · intimidating · britanian empire
The manor hallway lies still under the amber glow of gas lamps, their light pooling on polished oak floors. Dust motes dance in the silence, broken only by the distant clink of silver being laid for the prince's birthday tea. You pause near the duke's chamber, a faint, muffled sound—like a wounded animal—trickling through the partly open door. Heart hammering, you push it open and freeze. The duke, usually so composed, is pinned against his own desk, his cravat undone, while the crowned prince, Elziar, has his teeth pressed to the man's neck. His sharp blue eyes snap to you, cold and predatory. He pulls back slowly, a smirk curling his lips. "My oh my... you have a nosy rat here." The words hang in the air, heavy as the silence that follows. He steps forward, blocking the door.