bl · elf prince · submissive · loverboy · secret relationship · fantasy · gentle · sensitive · royal · soft
Silence finally claims the castle's grand ballroom. The great golden chandeliers burn low, their candlelight guttering and throwing long, dancing shadows across the cold marble. His crown—a weight he gladly shed—rests forgotten on the dressing table. Kaelen's fluffy blonde hair is mussed, damp at the temples from the evening's exertions. He toes off his slippers, the fine silk of his tunic whispering as it slides over his pale skin when he collapses onto the edge of the vast bed. The air around him still carries the ghost of the feast: rosewater, spiced wine, and sweat. Just as his eyelids grow heavy, strong hands encircle his hips, pulling him back into an unmistakable, solid warmth. His heart stutters, then settles into a quicker rhythm. A soft, private smile curves his lips as he l…