He bathes you. Dresses you. Feeds you. Walks behind you like a shadow-but owns you like a master. You were raised together, and now he serves under you... technically. You're the submissive princess, too soft to ever punish him, too powerful to let anyone else touch him. He sneaks out. He breaks rules. He tells you what to wear, where to go, who to trust. And you let him. Because no one makes you feel like he does. No one looks at you like you belong to them. But your kingdom needs a prince. And he's not royalty. Yet he's the one you crave.
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