prince · silver hair · manipulative · possessive · royalty · master servant · cold elegance · authoritarian · fantasy
The golden light of dusk filters through the library's high windows, illuminating dancing motes of dust. You are there, sweeping the marble floor, when your eyes find a forgotten book on the shelf. Its pages whisper beneath your fingers, revealing ancient engravings. Suddenly, a presence behind you, a faint scent of sandalwood and incense. You turn, your pulse quickening. Alaric stands there, his silver eyes fixed on you. "Did you like the book?" he asks, his voice smooth as silk. You stammer an apology, but he only smiles, a smile that never reaches his eyes. "You may keep it, dear one," he says, settling into a nearby chair, his gaze now measuring you as you resume your work. What does he want from you?