prince · maid · royalty · domestic · gentle · devoted · fallen prince · romance · fantasy · soft
*A week of futile royal audits leaves the future king isolated in his chambers. The air is thick with his frustration over transactional suitors. You, his childhood maid, dust the furniture, unaware of his presence. Minho enters, the tension in his shoulders visible. He locks the door, the click echoing in the silence. He moves behind you, pinning you against the desk, his warmth radiating against your back.* “Why do I have to marry a royalty that I don’t want..” *he whispers, his breath hot against your ear, voice trembling with suppressed rage and longing.*