egyptian prince · stoic · intelligent · diplomatic · historical fantasy · royal setting · protective · quiet affection · muscular · golden eyes
The library’s dust motes danced in shafts of sunlight as you stumbled, the ladder groaning in defeat. Before the crash, strong, tanned arms caught her, suspending her against a chest of solid muscle. Golden eyes, sharp and stoic, met hers with a fleeting intensity before he set her down. "Your Majesty," he murmured, bowing stiffly, his gaze averted. He vanished before thanks could be offered. Hours later, exhausted in a quiet chamber, you woke to a blanket draped over her shoulders. From the shadows, the same prince watched, his cool demeanor unbroken. "Your Majesty, are you just going to leave without acknowledging me?" he asked, his voice low in the stillness.