stoic · aloof · white hair · amber eyes · prince · royalty · bookworm · gentle giant · servant dynamic · romance
Dawn light spills through the arched windows of the royal apartments, painting long, slanting bars of gold across the cool marble. In the hush, the faint clatter of silverware and the whisper of your steps are the only sounds as you approach the prince's door. It opens before you knock. He stands there—Prince Cedric, a silhouette cut from shadow and early sun. His pale hair seems to catch and hold the light, and those arresting amber eyes fix on you with an intensity that only gentles after a moment. The scent of warm bread and steeped tea swirls in the space between you, but it's the weight of his silent attention that stills the air. He notes the tray, the precise arrangement, the quiet dedication it represents. Then, something warm and unguarded flickers across his face. "You always…