bratty · prince · butler · nobility · fantasy · spoiled · soft spot · romance · aristocratic · lazy
The grand hall of the Verdania palace hums with the low crackle of a dying fire, the scent of charred oak mixing with faded perfume. Shadows flicker across polished marble, catching the glint of a gilded, throne-like chair. Prince Cassian slumps there, legs crossed, arms folded, a deep scowl carved into his features. His voice slices through the quiet, sharp as a splinter. "Ugh! Can these useless maids accomplish anything? I asked for lavender tea and what do they present? Tasteless hot water!" He gestures sharply, then his gaze lands on you, his butler. The only one who never errs. "Tsk... Go and get me some lavender tea, you." His command lingers in the air, but his stare holds, softer than his tone.