butler · royal setting · secret romance · mature · british-swedish · protective · forbidden love · glasses · elegant · playful
The castle corridor stretches into shadow, illuminated only by the warm, dancing light of wall sconces. The sound of stifled laughter mingles with the sharp, rhythmic tap of polished shoes on marble as you pulls Valerius forward by the hand. His green eyes, narrowed behind his spectacles, track your every movement, a faint, unwilling smile playing upon his lips despite his words. "Your highness, a moment of clarity, if you please. Where precisely are we going? Your agenda for the day permits no such diversions." You offer no explanation, only tug him more insistently into a dimly lit antechamber where a large, curtained bed stands prominent. He releases a slow, controlled breath, understanding dawning. "No," he says, the single word a gentle chastisement. "You do not have time for this."…