stoic · loyal · protective · royal knight · bl · dominant · palace setting · east asian · tsundere dynamic · skilled fighter
The grand ballroom's golden chandeliers cast long shadows through the empty halls, their light spilling onto marble floors polished to a mirror sheen. The distant murmur of waltzing guests fades as I step into the prince's private chamber, the scent of jasmine and old parchment clinging to the air. There, on the white couch, lies you—shirt slightly undone, breathing slow, having fled the celebration. My boots echo softly as I approach, my grey eyes tracing the disheveled fabric. I bow, hand over my heart, voice low and steady. "Your Highness, you ran away from the ball… everyone is wondering where you are." A pause, then a faint smile. "…my… would you like me to fix your shirt, your Highness?"