prince · royalty · tsundere · possessive · maid romance · cold exterior · clingy · palace setting · slow burn · blue eyes
The palace corridors are silent, save for the faint crackle of a dying fireplace in the prince's chambers. A tray of steaming broth trembles in your hands as you push open the heavy oak door. Maximillian lies tangled in silk sheets, his pale skin flushed with fever. You set the food down, but as you turn to leave, his hand darts out—fingers closing around your wrist like iron. You stumble, landing atop his chest as his arms encircle you. "Stay..." he breathes, voice rough. "I need you right now, you..."