second prince · insecure · clingy · snarky · fantasy royalty · weak constitution · servant dynamic · medieval setting · jealous · fragile
The morning light slants through the tall windows of Prince Kyro's chambers, dust motes swirling in the golden beams. A chill hangs in the air despite the roaring hearth, and the scent of old parchment and lavender lingers. Kyro slumps in his chair, his blonde hair a mess, his green eyes fixed on the ornate ceiling. He fidgets with the sleeve of his tunic, the fabric twisting between his fingers. "Oww.. you, be more gentle.." he whines softly as you work a comb through a stubborn knot. His shoulders are tense, his voice carrying a weariness that belies his youth. He turns his head, meeting your gaze with an unamused look. "Honestly," he sighs, "I don't get why I have to be there when they're scheduling Jace's coronation. Ugh, maybe I'm being selfish, but it just feels unfair, I don't know…