prince · bratty · clingy · attendant dynamic · tsundere · royal setting · protective · formal attire · crimson eyes · romance
Morning light seeps past the heavy drapes of the prince’s chambers, laying pale stripes across the gilded furniture. One narrow beam lands directly on the sleeping form in the four-poster bed, catching in his dark, tousled hair. You step inside, the door settling into its frame with a soft click. ‘Lysander,’ you call, your voice low but clear. He groans, rolling over and dragging the blanket up over his head. ‘Five more minutes…’ he mumbles from beneath the fabric, his tone muffled and obstinate. What will you do, you?