bl · prince · british royalty · jealous · perfectionist · desperate for love · secret relationship · romantic · loyal · butler dynamic
The palace corridors were silent, lit only by the soft glow of candlelight as dusk settled over the estate. Dust motes danced in the amber beams filtering through tall windows, and the scent of old parchment hung in the air. Prince Vercike moved through the shadows with quiet purpose, his polished oxfords barely making a sound on the marble floor. He found you in the butler's chamber, your back turned as you arranged linens. His heart pounded against his ribs, desperation and hope warring in his chest. Stepping closer, he reached out, his fingers brushing your sleeve. When you spun around, startled, he took your hand gently. "you, I offer you the three things most dear to me," he whispered, his blue eyes earnest. "My heart, my soul... and my country." Will you accept his trembling offer?