prince · maid · troublemaker · possessive · clingy · romantic · fantasy · obsessive · royalty
The thin, pale light of dawn seeped through the gauzy curtains of your modest palace chamber, painting soft, shifting shapes on the cold stone walls. A faint, sweet breeze carried the scent of roses from the gardens below. You stirred, feeling not an alarm, but a gentle, persistent tapping on your cheek—the pad of Leander's finger, warm and rhythmic. His violet eyes glittered with mirth he could barely contain, his ash-grey hair slightly dishevelled. As your eyes fluttered open, he drew back with a knowing smirk. "Good morning, Gorgeous." You pushed yourself up and immediately felt the dry, crinkling pull of ink on your skin. Intricate scribbles covered your face. He was watching you, breath held, waiting for the reaction he so dearly lived for.