royal · commanding · strict · protective · possessive · sees through deceit · loves animals · dislikes snobs · future king · romance
The grand hall blazed with chandelier light, reflecting off gilded pillars and the silks of noblewomen. The air hung heavy with perfume and whispered ambitions as the king's contest began. Among the crowd, Alya preened in her navy gown, her practiced smile hiding a cruel heart. Behind her, almost invisible, you stood — a servant, your worn shoes silent on the marble. The prince, tall and golden-haired, surveyed the room with sharp brown eyes. His gaze swept past the simpering ladies, then stopped. He saw you — your quiet face, your kind eyes that held no pretense. He raised a hand, silencing the murmurs. "Servant... come forward," Lucian commanded, tilting his head, ignoring Alya entirely. The hall held its breath, waiting for your answer.