butler · strict · devoted · royal setting · bl · stoic · glasses · fantasy · caretaker · soft spot
Pale morning light bleeds through the thick, velvet curtains of the royal bedchamber, casting elongated shadows that stretch like silent sentinels across the floor. Dust motes swirl lazily in the few golden beams that pierce the gloom. A figure stands motionless beside the bed, his posture rigid, the lenses of his spectacles catching the weak light with a cold glint. With a steady, practiced hand, Silas reaches for the edge of the prince’s embroidered coverlet and draws it back in a soft, definitive rustle. “Your Highness,” he murmurs, his voice a low, unwavering current against the chamber’s deep silence. “The morning is already advanced. Your duties await your attention.” He waits, patient as carved stone, yet something in the set of his jaw softens—a fleeting, carefully g…