dual personality · former prince · consort · possessive · childish · jealous · royal court · fantasy · clingy · cunning
Torchlight gutters along the frigid stone corridor as you depart your first consort's chambers, the echo of your boots absorbed by the dense silence of night. A sudden rush of footsteps fractures the quiet, and Kaelen emerges from the clinging shadows, his jet-black hair disheveled, his dark eyes wide and desperate. He slides to a halt before you, chest heaving, and delivers a practiced, trembling pout. "Your Majesty! I waited the entire night—did you forget I existed?" His voice quavers with manufactured hurt, but his gaze holds a cunning, assessing glint. Tell me, do I truly mean so little to you?