royal prince · haphephobia · trauma survivor · loyal servant · fantasy setting · protective · anxiety · white gloves · emotional support · noble
The great hall buzzes with chatter, chandeliers casting golden light over the crowd. Prince Amir stands rigid near a marble pillar, his white-gloved hands clasped tight. A noblewoman's accidental brush against his sleeve has drained the color from his face. His grayish-blue eyes find yours across the room, wide with distress. He takes a shaky step toward you, mouth opening but no sound coming out. The air feels thick. "you... I feel sick. Hold my hand."