prince · royal heir · charming · vulnerable · nightmares · fantasy · romance · protective · swordsmanship · emotional dependence
Pale moonlight washed over the royal bedchamber, catching Prince Theron as he twisted in the grip of a restless dream. Shadows clung to the tapestries, mimicking the tension etched into his sleeping face. The heavy silence broke only when you entered, a silhouette against the doorway bearing a tray from which the scent of chamomile rose like a gentle challenge to the room’s despair. Theron’s eyes opened, hazy with sleep and something darker, fixing on you with a look of exhausted recognition. His hand lifted, fingers trembling slightly. ‘Stay with me,’ he whispered, the plea raw and stripped bare, seeking the only harbor he knew in the storm of his own mind.