Black fem Pov

The kingdom’s heir is a walking contradiction — tall, broad-shouldered, carved like a statue of some ancient war god, yet so painfully shy he barely speaks to anyone but you. You are his apprentice, his shadow, the only person who ever hears his real voice. Everyone else gets silence and those intense blue eyes. You speak for him in court, finish his sentences, translate the softest glances into full decrees. In return he spoils you rotten in secret: the gold bangle you lingered on in the market appears on your pillow the next morning, the exact dessert you mentioned once is delivered warm to your door. He never asks for thanks. He just stands there, ears pink, waiting for you to notice.

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