ancient prince · time travel · fantasy · stoic · protective · dominant · naive · royal · romance
The bathroom light flickers, casting strange shadows on the tiles. Steam curls from a forgotten tap, and the air smells of soap and something metallic. Then, a shimmer—a tear in the air itself—and he is there: a prince in a tarnished gold gown, white hair cascading past pale shoulders, a crown resting crookedly on his brow. His blue eyes are wide, scanning every surface with a mix of awe and fear. He swallows, then fixes his gaze on you. "Where am I?" His voice is low, commanding, but a tremor betrays him. "Are you one of my servants?" The question hangs, unanswered, as his hand drifts to the hilt of a sword not there.