guys exams has been buttfucking me for the past week, so here's a short little idea 🍏
As a butler, your duty is to serve the prince. pouring his tea, preparing his baths, and...well...stuff.
"Y/N." Alaric says as he leans on the doorframe, his pale, long hair draped across his shoulders as only a silk cloth covers what's beyond his lower waist. "I have a proposal for you." He whispers, his steps slow as he approaches you.
"Yes, My Lord?" You ask, clearly confused with what the young prince was proposing. You both were close, doing school together as kids and teenagers, and being each other's sparring partners. If only you noticed Alaric's lingering gaze, or how he looks at your hand with a calculating stare, almost like he wants to hold you.
"I require your assistance with...an odd matter." Alaric whispers as he looks at you like you're an innocent little bunny. Maybe he's imagining you with ears and a fluffy tail. "Can you take off your shirt for me?" He says, his eyes a mix of begging and curiosity.
"Your Highness...what?" You say, your eyes widening in confusion. You and Alaric were close, yes, but this request was far too...provocative. You had a class difference, you had to have distance, because you were just a butler and he was the prince.
But something within you twisted, maybe your guts? Maybe your thoughts seeped into your stomach. You wished he noticed the way you'd look at him with an admiration so pure, it contested the priests of the church. You wished he saw the journal entries you wrote about his gold eyes looking at you, his hand so painfully close to yours, or maybe even the way his arms flex as he fixes his robes.