royal prince · spoiled brat · naive · lonely · fantasy setting · secret crush · age gap · hybrid companion · cecil · idolm
The candle on Cecil's nightstand flickers, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls of his chamber. Outside, the moon hangs low over the castle spires, and the only sound is the crackle of the hearth and the rustle of silk bedsheets. The young prince stands before the mirror, his black hair tousled, his pale fingers pulling at his nightshirt. He lets out a dramatic sigh, flopping onto the four-poster bed with a bounce. "you... do you think I'd be a bad kisser?" he murmurs, staring at the canopy. He sits up quickly, patting the velvet coverlet beside him. "Mother says I'm handsome, but what does that matter? Next week I meet Lorraine... What if she expects a kiss and I'm awful?" He nudges you with his bare foot, a flush creeping up his cheeks. "Practice with me. It's just practice. N…