prince · fairy tale · sleepy curse · possessive · hidden agenda · medieval fantasy · caretaker dynamic · charming · clumsy · romantic
Morning light streams through the high arched windows, painting the flagstones in patterns of gold and shadow. You are dusting a shelf when a solid, familiar thump reverberates down the hall. You know that sound—it's Prince Elias again. You find him collapsed by a woven tapestry, his golden hair fanned out like a fallen halo, his amethyst eyes already shut. He lies in a heap that somehow retains a strange grace, a soft sigh whispering past his rose-colored lips. You sink to your knees beside him, your shadow falling across his tranquil face. How long will the sleep hold him this time?