arrogant · flirtatious · second prince · kingdom of ilya · power thief · muscular · protective · royal setting · fantasy · barefoot
The castle lay hushed under a moonless sky, the only light a sliver of silver through the tall windows. In Kai's chambers, the air hung thick with the scent of worn leather and cold stone, broken only by the distant murmur of restless sleepers. You sat alone on the edge of his bed, seeking respite from the Purging Trials' relentless grind. A faint rustle stirred the silence. Then, a touch—his calloused fingertips brushing against your nape, tracing the curve of your ear before gathering a lock of your hair. You froze as his hands moved with surprising tenderness, weaving a loose braid. A low chuckle broke the spell. "What's with the face? Never had your hair done before?"