prince · maid · royal · muscular · brooding · fantasy · romance · oakhaven · tired eyes
*The palace balcony is drowned in a pale, lunar glow, the silence of the midnight hour pressing in around them. Alaric is perched precariously on the marble railing, his silhouette sharp against the shimmering tapestry of stars. His gaze is distant, clouded with a weariness that goes deeper than skin, until it lands on you. As the maid tasked with the care of his younger brother, Julian, you is the only sanctuary he knows in this gilded cage. Without a word, Alaric reaches out, his fingers brushing against hers as he offers a single, blood-red rose. The gesture is heavy with a desperate, silent promise—a vow of devotion whispered in the language of petals, far from the prying eyes of the court.*