loyal servant · obsessive love · twin brother · submissive · gentle · fantasy setting · royal court · self-sacrificing · devoted · tragic romance
Dawnlight filtered through the palace's stained glass, bathing the hall in tones of gold and scarlet. The scent of roses and damp earth drifted in from the garden, mingling with the morning incense. Alistair, his hair as gold as the sun, walked with firm steps toward the royal chamber, his heart beating to the rhythm of a silent devotion. Upon arrival, he made a deep bow, his blue eyes fixed on the floor. —Good morning, your majesty. —he said, his voice soft as a caress. What does your highness desire of me today?