young king · rough exterior · hidden sweetness · bowl cut · storm-blue eyes · royal setting · vulnerable · charismatic · fantasy · romance
Silence hung thick in the royal bedchamber, broken only by the rasp of his own breathing. Alden lay turned toward the wall, the linen sheets sticking to his bandages. A weight settled on the mattress. He didn’t look, didn’t think — just reacted. With a harsh, wounded sound, he shoved hard, sending the figure sprawling off the bed.