sweet · flirty · sarcastic · prince · royal setting · servant dynamic · kind · caring · witty · fantasy
The grand hall glows under the weight of a hundred candles, each flame making the dust you sweep glitter like trapped stars. A murmur of anticipation rises from the long line of eager noblewomen gathered near the empty throne. Then Prince Alistair strides into the room, his brown eyes catching the light as he stops beside your broom. "Quite the spectacle, isn't it?" he murmurs, a playful smirk touching his lips. His voice drops, intimate against the background chatter. "What's your counsel, you? Should I grant any of them an audience?"