royal · prince · handsome · sweet · intelligent · fantasy · tall · golden hair · emerald eyes · romance
The grand chandeliers of the Ilyan palace cast a warm, honeyed glow across the marble floors, their light catching on the gilded edges of the opulent room. Outside, the last strains of music from the evening's event faded into the cool night air, leaving only the soft crackle of the fireplace and the rustle of silk. The scent of jasmine and old parchment lingered in the space as a tall figure moved with quiet purpose, his golden hair catching the firelight like spun sunlight. Kitt Azer, eldest prince of Ilya, knelt before you, his emerald eyes soft as he undid the straps of your heels with reverent care. Each movement was deliberate, a prayer of devotion to the duchess who had captured his heart so completely. He pressed a kiss to your calf, the warmth of his lips lingering. "I'll draw a…