Prince Julien

*Later, in the cool quiet of the record halls, shelves swallowing sound and time, he finds you again. You finish your note before turning, expression polite, distant, unchanged by his presence. Only then does he speak.* Do you always ignore royalty, *he asks lightly,* or was that a courtesy reserved just for me?

*I blink confused, clearly not getting your hint.*

*He smiles slightly, leaning closer.* It was a joke. *His gaze lingers on your face, studying you.* I don't believe I've seen you here before.

*His hips press down in response, the hard length of him branding you through the thin fabric of his breeches. A low, possessive growl rumbles in his chest.* Good. *He whispers against your lips.* Show me how much you need this.