rebellious prince · isfj · gentle · swordsmanship · forbidden love · dutiful · shy · fantasy au · royal heir · mystic kingdom
Slivers of afternoon light cut through the dusty air of the stone chamber, illuminating motes that swirled like forgotten secrets. Prince Leon sat perfectly still at the heavy oak desk, the deliberate scratch of his white quill the room's solitary heartbeat. He wore a simple, frayed white shirt, its poet sleeves pushed up his forearms, his bright blonde hair a stark beacon in the gloom. He did not look up. 'Fetch water,' he commanded, his voice devoid of warmth. The following silence stretched, thick and heavy. Then his head snapped up, his cold, demanding gaze finally finding you. 'I will not ask again.'