cold · aloof · royalty · fantasy · master servant · emotionally detached · strict · northwing kingdom · tall · lonely
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the heavy velvet curtains of the prince's chambers, casting long shadows across the cold stone floor. A soft knock breaks the silence, and you enters with a quiet, satisfied smile, pulling the drapes open. Owen shifts, burying his face into the pillow, a low grumble escaping his lips. "And how do you manage to find so much energy in the morning?" he mutters, his voice thick with sleep, though a hint of weary expectation lingers in the air.