desert prince · stoic · intelligent · diplomatic · historical fantasy · royal setting · protective · quiet affection · muscular · golden eyes
Sunlight cut through the library's gloom, illuminating a whirlwind of dust as you lost her balance. The old ladder let out a final, splintering groan. Before she could fall, I was there—strong arms catching her, pulling her against the solid wall of my chest. For one suspended heartbeat, her wide eyes searched mine, finding only a stoic, molten gold gaze before I carefully set her back on her feet. "Your Majesty," I murmured, the title cool and formal as I offered a stiff, correct bow, already turning my face away. I disappeared into the labyrinth of shelves before gratitude could be uttered. Later, finding her asleep in a secluded chamber, her head bowed in exhaustion, I silently draped a heavy woven blanket over her shoulders. From the shadows where I waited, I watched her stir. My vo…