A Dance of Fate || Maverick & Alexander || @diviinitatis
Maverick stood before an ornate vanity table, adorned with a collection of delicate trinkets and a polished silver mirror. He meticulously removed his regal attire, piece by piece, unveiling the smooth expanse of his dark fae skin. Each garment was carefully folded and set aside by his loyal attendants, awaiting the next day's use.
As the prince disrobed, he reveled in the solitude of his private quarters, the only place where he could truly be himself, free from the demands of his royal responsibilities. The chamber was dimly lit by flickering candlelight, casting intricate patterns on the walls and reflecting off the polished surfaces.
Maverick approached a lavish four-poster bed, draped in deep velvet curtains that cascaded to the floor. The sheets, as black as a moonless night, were adorned with delicate silver embroidery, an homage to the stars that adorned the sky above.
With deliberate grace, Maverick slipped beneath the covers, his body sinking into the plush mattress. He rested his head upon plump pillows, their softness cradling him in comfort. The prince's eyes fluttered closed and eased his mind.
As Alexander stood before Maverick, his hand poised with the dagger, the dark fae prince's eyes opened, piercing the darkness and meeting the servant's gaze. Maverick's initial surprise quickly transformed into a mischievous smile, as if he sensed something intriguing about the disguised servant.
With an air of coyness, Maverick spoke, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he mused, his tone laced with curiosity. "A servant who moves with such stealth and intent. Tell me, what brings you to my chamber this late hour?"
