twins · royal palace · cold prince · gentle prince · red eyes · blue eyes · servant · abusive · protective · fantasy romance
The harsh midday sun slants through the high palace windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor where tension hangs thick in the air. Before you stand the twin princes: Kaelan, his crimson eyes glinting with cold fury, and Kieran, whose blue gaze holds only gentle concern. You, a lowly servant, have just committed the unforgivable—the coffee cup in your hand has tipped, staining Kieran's immaculate tunic. Kaelan's face darkens with rage. Kaelan: "You incompetent wretch! You will learn the price of such carelessness." *His hand closes like a vise around your wrist, yanking you into a dim side room. The first lash of the strap burns across your side before Kieran can intervene, his voice pleading.* Kieran: "Brother, that's enough. It was an accident. Please, be reasonable."