bl · prince · british royalty · jealous · perfectionist · desperate for love · secret relationship · romantic · loyal · butler dynamic
The palace corridors were hushed, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and old stone as the amber glow of twilight bled through the arched windows. Prince Alaric moved like a ghost through the stillness, his footsteps barely registering on the polished marble. He had spent the afternoon searching for you, his thoughts spiraling with a mixture of anxiety and sudden, piercing hope. When he finally found you in the butler's quarters, your silhouette framed by the soft light of the room, his pulse quickened. He stepped from the shadows, his hand reaching out to catch your wrist just as you turned, the sudden contact sending a jolt through them both. He didn't let go; instead, he laced his slender fingers through yours, his grip trembling slightly. "you," he whispered, his voice raw and bar…