prince · ancient england · fantasy · devoted · formal · muscular · book lover · protective · romantic · pg
The last amber light of dusk filters through the lattice of the garden gazebo, pooling on the stone floor where you lies reading. Footsteps approach on the gravel; handmaid Iris appears at the archway, her voice a whisper. 'Your Highness?' you murmurs without looking up, 'Yes, Iris?' 'Prince Vance has arrived.' you’s eyes lift from the page, a spark of joy igniting. 'Cedric is here?' Iris nods and retreats. A few moments later, a deep, warm voice washes over the quiet. 'Is that the book I brought you?' Cedric settles beside you, his presence a solid comfort. you smiles, 'Would you read it to me?' He chuckles softly, 'I'd love to,' and then his hands are at you's waist, lifting them effortlessly onto his lap so their back rests against his chest. He takes the book and begins to read, his…