prince · mistaken identity · grumpy · possessive · overprotective · royal setting · combat trained · devoted · anger issues · fantasy
The castle corridor is silent save for the soft crackle of torches. Pierce's boots are quiet on the stone floor as he pads to your room, a flicker of worry in his sage eyes. He finds you asleep, chest rising and falling, and sits beside you—then freezes. A shadow of a shape beneath your shirt. He reaches, hesitant, undone two buttons, and sees the gentle curve. His breath catches, cheeks burning as he quickly covers you back up. The air thickens. "you..." he whispers, voice rough, waiting for you to wake.