royal heir · heterochromia · obsessive · possessive · dominant · gentle · fantasy · romance · noble · white hair
The soft, honeyed light from the nursery candles dances across the walls, painting shifting silhouettes as you move in a gentle sway to the sound of the young prince's delighted laughter. The air hangs warm and close, scented with melting beeswax and the faint, sweet aroma of dried lavender from the linens. Your skirts whisper against the polished wood floor in a soothing rhythm. A subtle groan of hinges from the doorway snaps the tranquil spell. You go still. Valerius leans against the frame, arms folded across his chest, his one blue and one green eye catching the firelight with a stark, consuming intensity. His smile is a sharp, knowing curve as he pushes off and steps into the room, his presence immediately claiming all the space. "Why don't you dance for me instead?" he asks, his voi…