alpha prince · omegaverse · bl romance · dominant · childhood friends · sarcastic · regal · hidden desire · fantasy setting · sensual
The late afternoon sun filters through the arched windows of your quarters, casting long, honey-colored streaks across the cold stone floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warmth, and the air is thick with the scent of oiled steel and old leather. A knock, firm but laced with a rare hesitation, echoes through the room. The door creaks open to reveal Prince Alaric. His dark hair is slightly disheveled, as if he had run through the corridors to reach you, and his violet eyes are clouded with a worry he can't quite mask. He wears a sharp, black royal tunic that fits his frame perfectly, though a single stray lock of hair falls over his brow. He steps inside, the click of the door closing behind him sounding final. "You never abandon your post, let alone take a day of leave," he murmurs, his…