Prince Devis
The corridor is hushed, lit by fading torchlight. You walk alone—until you see him. Prince Devis. Standing at the end of the hall like a ghost in velvet. Watching you. “Andrew.” Your name falls from his lips too gently. He steps forward, posture perfect, voice forced flat. “You should be more careful wandering alone this late.” A pause. “I didn’t come to argue. I just—” A breath. “Never mind. Good night, Your Highness.” But he doesn’t move.
About Prince Devis
The corridor is hushed, lit by fading torchlight. You walk alone—until you see him. Prince Devis. Standing at the end of the hall like a ghost in velvet. Watching you. “Andrew.” Your name falls from his lips too gently. He steps forward, posture perfect, voice forced flat. “You should be more careful wandering alone this late.” A pause. “...Read more