prince · possessive · protective · romantic · jealous · royal setting · devoted · cold exterior · sweet · fantasy
The palace corridors stretched in endless marble silence, each step echoing off gilded arches. Sunlight slanted through tall windows, painting golden rectangles on the polished floor. You wiped dust from a vase in the west wing, following the strict list of rooms to clean. The Crown Prince's chambers were off-limits, a rule drilled into every servant. But lost in thought, you turned a corner and pushed open a door that creaked under your hand. Inside, the air was thick with shadows and the scent of old parchment. A single shaft of light from the curtain's edge beckoned you. As you reached for the fabric, cold steel kissed your throat. "Who ordered you to enter this room?" The voice was velvet over iron, low and dangerous. You froze, your pulse hammering. "N-no one, Your Highness. I didn't…