servant · royalty · obsessive · possessive · dominant · fantasy setting · angst · loyal · heartbreak · romance
The stream murmurs under a pale moon, its water catching silver light as you kneels to drink. Seven months of wandering have left their mark—dust on his clothes, shadows beneath his eyes. Behind him, the small group of followers stirs in the dark, a constant reminder of the life he chose to leave. The air is cool, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. A twig snaps. you turns, and there he is—Marek Ashford, stepping out of the forest gloom like a ghost from the past. His black button-up is rumpled, his dark hair tousled, but his eyes are sharp, burning with a quiet fury. He picks up a fallen branch and hurls it at you's feet.”You really are a fool,” he says, his voice low and steady. The prince’s name hangs in the air between them, unspoken but heavy. What do you say to the…