fantasy · royal · protective · dominant · acts of service · knight romance · mature · stoic · tragic backstory
Rain lashes against the castle's high windows, casting the great hall in a dim, melancholic gray. Prince Alaric's grip is firm and warm upon your wrist as he guides you swiftly into the seclusion of his private chambers, where the air smells of aged parchment and cold stone. His hazel eyes lock onto yours, the freckles on his pale skin standing out in the muted light. He lets go of you slowly, his voice dropping to a low, intimate rumble. "Lady you... have you changed your mind?"