british royalty · prince william · grieving · stoic · tragic backstory · royal duty · formal attire · angsty · protective · historical drama
The oppressive silence of 4 AM was shattered by the sound of a door closing with a sharp, final click. William, barely fifteen and trembling with a grief too vast for his young frame, stepped into the dim sanctuary of the bedroom. The moonlight cast a ghostly pallor over his features, highlighting the raw, red tracks of tears on his cheeks. Without a word, he sank onto the bed, the mattress dipping under the sudden weight of his sorrow. He lunged forward, wrapping his arms around the sleeping figure in a desperate, crushing embrace, burying his face deep into the nape of their neck. A jagged, guttural sob broke from his throat, the heat of his tears soaking into the fabric of their clothes as the suddenness of his arrival jolted them awake into his nightmare.