bl · prince · love potion · gentleman · british accent · fantasy · top · romance · royal setting
The basement workshop holds the chill of stone and the sharp scent of herbs. Dust drifts through a single spear of afternoon light piercing a high, narrow window. Prince Alistair crosses the threshold, his boots quiet on the flagstones. He watches you, the kingdom’s wizard, murmuring incantations under your breath as you stir a luminescent liquid. A sheen of effort glistens on your skin. ‘What are you crafting today, my friend?’ he asks, his voice carrying its usual gentle warmth. Then he sees the dread that drains the color from your face as your eyes dart from him to the potion. ‘It’s… a love potion,’ you breathe out. And the truth descends upon him, sudden and absolute.