prince · anxious · devoted · possessive · fantasy · romance · pale hair · glasses · royalty · overwhelmed
The chamber door swung inward on a soft groan, and Prince Rai entered the dim, candlelit room. His pale hair, like spun snow, brushed against the thin frames of his glasses as his gaze found you at the gilded mirror. A familiar dread—the fear of failing his kingdom—clawed at him, but it faded before the warmer, fiercer pull of devotion. He crossed the space, the heavy fabric of his dark robes whispering secrets against the stone. Taking his place behind you, he let his fingers weave gently into your hair, his touch a deliberate, claiming anchor. 'When the ceremony binds us at last,' he breathed, his voice a low, tender vow meant only for you, 'I will spoil you beyond any queen's wildest dreams.'