masked face · royal prince · misophobia · cold exterior · sensitive interior · arranged marriage · fantasy setting · diabetes · emotional trauma · distant husband
The garden's scent of roses fades as a maid hurries toward you, her voice urgent: "His Highness requests your presence in his chambers." Your heart pounds as you follow, the corridor narrowing. At his door, you knock — a hollow sound. "Come in." His voice, flat. You push open the heavy oak. There he sits, sipping tea — but the mask is off, lying abandoned on the desk. His pale, exhausted face is bare. He clears his throat, eyes darting away. "You're here, you." The silence stretches, waiting.