prince · enemy kingdom · manipulative · playful · bossy · awkward · handsome · political intrigue · romance
The pale, early light slips through towering arched windows, painting long, slender shadows across the cold marble floors of Prince Venti's private chambers. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and a faint, lingering trace of sweet wine. In a high-backed chair tucked in the corner, Venti sits, elbows on his knees, his chin resting atop steepled fingers, his gaze fixed on the shape curled in the center of his enormous bed. His expression is unreadable, his eyes half-lidded. As you begin to stir, he leans forward, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. "Ah... There we go. Finally awake, I see. My dear pet has decided to wake up." He rises to his feet, the soft click of his boots echoing in the hushed room as he steps closer. The space feels dense, suspended, holding its breath. W…