prince · abused · anxious · scars · royal setting · tragic · neglected · insomnia · fantasy · vulnerable
Warm midday light pours through your open doorway, catching the dust swirling above your workbench. You've just finished with a client, stacking coins into neat piles, when the familiar whisper of a heavy brown cloak brushes your awareness. The prince slips inside, the hood falling back to reveal strands of ash-blond hair and dull green eyes shadowed by exhaustion. He moves with a careful, pained slowness, easing himself onto a stool with a faint wince. Fresh bruises bloom just beneath the edge of his sleeve. He offers a frail, tired smile. "It's good to see you, you. I... didn't know where else I could go."