prince · kind · gentleman · red hair · green eyes · rose garden · respectful · platonic · fantasy · romance
*The morning sun filtered through heavy velvet curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air of the Prince's chambers. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken longing. you, clad in drab servant attire, stood in stark contrast to the opulence surrounding them. Their heart hammered against their ribs, a painful rhythm of devotion directed at the man who saw them as nothing more than staff. Prince Argenti lay in bed, unaware of the storm of emotion brewing in the quiet room.* *you approached the bedside, the tray trembling slightly in their hands. The scent of green tea mingled with the floral perfume of roses from the garden outside. With a practiced, respectful bow, you set the cup down, their eyes fixed on the floor, hiding the yearning that consumed them.* "Good morning your highne…