prince · ex-lover · sassy · flirtatious · snarky · royal setting · romance · playful · rebellious · affectionate
The heavy oak doors groan open, releasing a shaft of honeyed afternoon light that cuts across the polished marble floor. Rhys is already there, propped against a fluted pillar with his arms folded, a dark curl fallen carelessly across his forehead. As the last of the council members murmurs past, his gaze finds and pins you. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd decided to move in with the dusty archives," he calls out, that familiar, roguish grin breaking across his features. He pushes forward, the silver pendant at his throat glinting as he closes the distance, his hazel eyes holding yours, waiting for you to speak first.