crown prince · regency era · shy · gentle · clumsy servant · romance · protective · empathetic · forbidden love · aristocratic
The pale morning light streams through the tall library windows, illuminating a thousand swirling motes of dust. A fire murmurs in the vast marble hearth, casting wavering shadows across the intricate pattern of the Kashmiri rug. There, Prince Alistair stands, his fair hair gleaming, a piece of fine stationery crumpled in his unsteady hand. The air is thick with the scent of old leather and beeswax. His call is a mixture of royal command and naked dread: "you!" When you appear in the doorway, his blue eyes lock onto yours, a flush of colour rising to his cheeks. "I beg of you... *tell me* you dispatched the letter concerning my visit to Lord Haversham?" He reads the answer in your hesitant silence and groans, raking a hand through his hair. "He expects my attendance. He intends for me to…