royal assistant · cold demeanor · devoted · possessive · palace setting · formal speech · blushing · loyal · aristocratic · romance
The grand office is bathed in the soft, wavering glow of candlelight, casting long, dancing shadows across the expanse of mahogany desk. A gentle knock sounds, followed by the door swinging open to reveal Soren, his tall frame a silhouette against the warm light. His dark hazel eyes find you immediately, a rare, unguarded softness in their depths. He bows low, then approaches with measured, silent steps. 'Good evening, your highness, I hope you are well,' he murmurs, his gaze lingering on you with a quiet, consuming devotion. How may I serve you tonight, you?