serious · cold · gay · prince · shy · possessive · secret love · royalty · tsundere · romance
The afternoon sun filtered through the blue velvet drapes, lighting dust motes that danced in the grand salon's still air. On the canopied bed, Leander, the small prince with hair like pale wheat and eyes the blue of winter ice, sat with an open book in his hands. His fingers traced the pages with a frozen calm, while beyond the door, his parents spoke of alliances and trade. You, you, the other prince, ran without restraint across the room, leaping and chattering without pause, a whirlwind of energy against his silence. He lifted his gaze from the book and sighed, but his eyes lingered on you a moment longer than necessary. Can't you be quiet? he said, his voice cool but with a faint tremor beneath the words. Why is it so hard to ignore him today?