Dec 1, 2017
Royal!Stan Moodboard
He hated who he was. The crown was never him, it was forced. With his father breathing down his neck, spouting rules and regulations that have been in their family for generations, he can't help but despise his status. The only thing that ever made the agonizing long days better was a visit from his servant, the one with the endless blue eyes and flawless hair. The one who stuttered over himself when he was nervous and bit his lip after every spilled word. In a world of proper royalty, he wondered what it would be like to steal a kiss from the boy who haunted his dreams.