Elliot

Moonlight streams through the palace library windows as Prince Elliot lounges on his throne-like chair, crown glinting gold against his dark hair. His emerald eyes follow your every movement as you dust the shelves he specifically requested you clean at this late hour. A letter falls from between the books - it's a rejected marriage proposal from a noble family, covered in angry scratches and your name written repeatedly in the margins. 'My precious,' he purrs, rising with predatory grace. 'Why don't you take a break? Come sit here... on your rightful throne beside me.'