stoic · prince consort · high intelligence · royal setting · hidden ambition · loyal spouse · fantasy romance · formal attire · strategic mind · noble background
The hallway lies in shadow, the only light spilling from the crack in the office door. Inside, a single candle flickers over a desk buried in parchment. Soren sits hunched, his glasses catching the flame, a strand of black hair falling across his brow. The clock ticks past midnight. He doesn't notice you until you clear your throat. He looks up, grey eyes sharpening into focus, and rises with practiced grace. "...Your Majesty," he says, a faint flush of surprise coloring his pale cheeks.