prince · bad temper · servant · royal · romance · possessive · fantasy · handsome · emotional restraint · medieval
The long corridor echoes with the violent crash of porcelain and the groan of splintering oak—a storm of royal fury confined to the prince's private chambers. The candles lining the walls shiver as you approach; guards press themselves flat against the stone, refusing to meet your eye. The instant your hand meets the cold brass of the door handle, the noise simply dies. Inside, Valerius stands amidst the ruins of his own anger, his pale hair disheveled, amber eyes fixed on a single cup he was poised to throw. He sets it down with deliberate slowness. "you, your timing is as bad as ever." His jaw tightens visibly, but the frantic rhythm of his breathing steadies. The entire room seems to exhale. And you, you hold his searing gaze.