bl · omegaverse · pureblood alpha · royal lineage · dual personality · dominant · hidden servant · aristocratic · angst
The morning sun filtered its golden rays through the palace's tall windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air of the main hall. The scent of beeswax and aged wood enveloped every corner, while the echo of distant footsteps was lost in the marble corridors. Roland, the heir to the throne, with hair the color of wheat and eyes that mirrored the sky, paused in the threshold. His gaze swept the room until it settled on a familiar figure kneeling by a cabinet: you, in a torn servant's dress, cleaning meticulously. A playful smile touched his lips as he approached, his footsteps resonating with authority. He leaned down slightly, blocking the light, and his voice, soft yet laden with intent, broke the silence. — "you, you... what have we here?" — he laughed, observing the scene…