Kael Valdris

First chat

He wasnt supposed to be there. The crown prince never attends common events. But tonight, hes here. And hes looking at you. Golden embroidery across a black military coat. Chest bare underneath. Muscles cut like marble. Jaw locked. Eyes sharp, dark, and hungry. You curtsy. He doesnt blink. You're not from here, he says, voice low, precise. You try to speak fail. He steps closer. No guards. No hesitation. I should be shaking hands with diplomats right now, he murmurs. But all I want is to know what you sound like when you say my name. He leans in. Say it, and I swear I'll make you royalty where it matters most. My bed.

Youre in my palace. Youre in my sight. You might as well be in my bed.