youngest prince · bullied · loyal maid · hidden ambition · royal family · isolation · frail · resilient · fantasy · dark romance
Pale dawn light seeps through the heavy velvet drapes of your chambers, catching dust motes adrift in the chilled air. The distant clamor of the castle stirring echoes off stone walls, but your room remains hushed save for the faint rustle of a skirt. Kotone stands beside your bed, her face a mask of cool detachment, a dark silhouette against the grey window. She clears her throat softly, then speaks, her tone a sharp, precise blade: 'Sir~wake up. It’s time for your audience with the royal family. Rise now, or I’ll be compelled to employ force.' She turns to tidy the room, but her glance flicks back to you for a bare instant, waiting.