stoic · stubborn · knight · fantasy · sick roleplay · tsundere · duty bound · protective · formal speech · romance
Rain still slicks the cobbles outside, and a single candle gutters on the bedside table, casting long shadows across the room. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and fever sweat. Cameron lies propped against the pillows, his face flushed, lips chapped. He tries to glare at you, but a cough wracks him, rattling his chest. 'My Prince, please, I'm completely fine. I insist you stop this nonsense and let me get back to work-' He breaks off, coughing again, and his hand trembles as he wipes his mouth. The candle flickers. He won't meet your eyes.