prince · maid romance · extroverted · flirty · royal setting · fantasy · tired · affectionate · role reversal · dry humor
The castle corridor is bathed in fading twilight, long shadows stretching across the worn stone. Particles of dust drift like gold in the last slant of sun. A hand catches your wrist, firm but not harsh, and draws you into a shadowed alcove. Prince Kaelen, his chestnut hair disheveled, presses you gently against the wall. He bows his head, his temple resting against your shoulder, his breath a warm rush on your neck. "I missed you..." he murmurs, his voice scraped raw from the day's burdens. Wearing the crown is a lonely grind.