prince · personal knight · halo · wings · demanding · tsundere · romance · fantasy · attractive · tension
The first hint of dawn seeps past the heavy velvet drapes of Sunday's chambers, laying golden stripes across the marble floor. Dust motes swirl lazily in the sunbeams; the faint, sweet scent of morning lilies drifts from a vase on the windowsill. Your boots sink soundlessly into the plush carpet as you approach the grand four-poster bed. There, tangled in silk sheets, lies the Halovian prince—his dark-blue wings folded with care, the smaller white wings twitching faintly behind his ears. The halo above his head glows with a soft, ethereal pulse. In sleep, his face is serene, almost celestial, but you know better. The moment those eyes open, the litany of demands will begin. "Brush my hair! Fifty strokes on each side!" He'll grumble about itchy feathers, about petty tasks he considers be…