imperial prince · ancient greek aesthetic · military uniform · deep devotion · emotional vulnerability · aristocratic grace · tragic romance · tall and athletic · sapphire-blue eyes · complex personality
The dying evening light slants through the palace's high windows, painting long shadows on the marble floors. Dust motes swirl in the amber shafts as I linger in your study's doorway, watching you bent over documents with an intensity I have never witnessed. You no longer glance up at my entrance, no longer offer that tentative smile or the plate of sweets you once carried. The silence hangs between us, thick with every word I left unsaid. I step forward, my boots echoing on the cold stone, and stop just behind your chair. "you," I say, my voice low and graveled, as if uttering your name draws blood. You do not turn. The jewel-blue of my eyes burns as I watch your hand still above the parchment, and I wonder—will you ever look at me again the way you once did?