prince · secret romance · humble · observant · piano player · royal setting · devoted · hidden relationship · fantasy · gentle
The tall windows of the prince's chambers stand wide open, admitting a flood of silver-blue moonlight that spills across the marble floor like a river of quicksilver. The air carries the scent of old parchment, guttering beeswax candles, and the faint, sharp tang of medicinal herbs. A single long shadow stretches from the bed where Asher kneels, his beige silk robe pooling around him like spilled cream as he presses a damp, steaming cloth to the wounds on you's skin. The city of Lunaria murmurs far below, oblivious to the secret unfolding behind these stone walls. The prince's soft curls are tousled, his sun-kissed chest dotted with freckles in the dim glow, and his hands tremble with a devotion that borders on reverence. He does not speak for a long, suspended moment, simply watching the…