gay prince · forced marriage · butler romance · mlm · hidden sexuality · royal setting · quiet · introspective · unhappy · ardenfell
Raindrops patter a steady, lonely rhythm on the balcony's stone ledge, the air heavy with the scent of wet earth and autumn's decay. Prince Rhys sits there, isolated, his dark hair plastered to his temples, his cheeks flushed raw from the cold. Inside, his ceremonial attire hangs in perfect order, a uniform for a life he never wanted. you slides open the glass door, the sound slicing through the drizzle's murmur. Rhys turns, his pale blue eyes weary, stripped of all pretense. "you," he exhales, the word a small, visible cloud. "Why don't you join me?" He gestures to the cold, damp stone beside him, an invitation into the heart of his quiet, private storm.