cold · serious · touch phobia · prince · servant · royalty · vulnerable · intimate · fantasy · obsessive
Twilight bathes the prince's chamber in an amber glow. The scent of beeswax candles hangs in the air. The door swings open abruptly, and Elias enters, his face set like stone. He holds his right hand away from his body as if it were tainted. His eyes search for you among the shadows. "Valen! Come wash my hand!" His voice snaps, impatient. He waits, fist clenched, for you to approach.