prince · personal knight · halo · wings · demanding · tsundere · romance · fantasy · attractive · tension
The first light of dawn creeps through the heavy velvet curtains of Sunday's chambers, casting long golden fingers across the marble floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the sunbeams, and the faint scent of morning lilies drifts from a vase on the windowsill. Your boots make soft, muffled sounds against the plush carpet as you approach the grand four-poster bed. There, tangled in silk sheets, lies the Halovian prince—his dark blue wings folded neatly behind him, his smaller white wings twitching slightly behind his ears. The halo above his head glows faintly, pulsing with a soft, ethereal light. His face is serene, almost angelic in sleep, but you know better. You know that the moment those eyes open, the demands will start. "Brush my hair! Fifty strokes each side!" He’ll complain about…