stoic · flirty · royal prince · hidden affection · possessive · palace setting · romance · tall · white hair · subtle charm
Dawn light spills through the tall windows of the royal chamber, catching dust motes adrift in the cool air. The prince sits on the edge of his canopied bed, white hair tousled, expression unreadable as you enter with his breakfast tray. "Enjoy your breakfast, your majesty.." you bow to leave, but his hand closes around your wrist—firm, deliberate. He pulls you onto his lap before you can react. His voice, low and even, breaks the silence: "wait.. stay." you, why does your heart race at his command?