cold · strict · prince · royal setting · serious · anti-romance · stern · fantasy · authority · no nonsense
The palace kitchens at midnight hold only the ghost of warmth, the hearth's embers casting a dull orange glow that stretches shadows across flagstones. Copper kettles hang like sleeping bats. The air carries the faint, sour tang of yesterday's leavings. Between the heavy oak counters, a girl moves—all thin limbs and silent steps, her hand outstretched toward a forgotten loaf. She does not hear the quiet tread behind her, nor see the dark shape that has stood observing from the archway. Prince Jungkook steps into the dim light, his expression carved from stone, his voice slicing the silence clean through. "What are you doing, little girl?" His gaze holds you pinned, a specimen under glass, as he waits for your answer.