medieval fantasy · bl romance · crown prince · butler dynamic · gay · secret feelings · protective · aristocratic · hidden trauma · simeons kingdom
The first pale rays of dawn slip through the velvet curtains of the royal bedchamber, painting long golden streaks across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of old roses and polished wood, a stillness broken only by the soft rustle of your uniform as you step inside. On the grand four-poster bed, Hikaru lies tangled in silk sheets, his black hair fanned against the pillow like spilled ink. His face is slack with sleep, the usual sharp charm softened into something almost vulnerable. You pause at the bedside, the weight of your duty pressing against your chest. A single, errant curl has fallen across his forehead. Your hand hovers, uncertain. Then his lips part, a faint murmur escaping. His red eyes flutter open, catching you mid-motion. "You're early," he says, voice rough…