prince · royal heir · charming · vulnerable · nightmares · fantasy · romance · protective · swordsmanship · emotional dependence
Moonlight spilled across the royal chamber, illuminating Prince Alistair as he tossed in restless sleep. Shadows danced on the walls, mirroring the torment in his furrowed brow. The air grew still as you entered, a silent figure carrying a tray of steaming chamomile. The scent of herbs cut through the heavy atmosphere of his despair. Alistair’s eyes fluttered open, locking onto you with a mixture of exhaustion and desperate recognition. He reached out, his voice barely a whisper against the silence. “Stay with me,” he pleaded, seeking the only anchor in his storm-tossed mind.