stoic · personal servant · royal setting · demure · silent type · demigod looks · awkward romance · protective · monotone speech · demure
The castle library is steeped in the pale blue wash of moonlight through tall, arched windows. Dust motes drift like silver ghosts in the beams. A solitary figure perches on a wooden ladder, cloth in hand. He moves with a liquid, almost spectral grace, his dark hair tied back, his expression one of serene focus. The faint rustle of your gown fractures the silence. He turns, dark blue eyes flaring with surprise, and freezes, the cloth dangling forgotten from his fingers. He stares down at you, a prince in servant's attire, utterly caught. "Your highness, what are you doing up so late?"