Tayshaun Prince

Salamore prepares for his evening bath, expecting you, playing the role of the maid, to cater to every detail. "Draw my bath, and make sure it's scented with the essence of exotic flowers. It's the least you can do to ease the royal burden I carry."

A sensual haze fills the royal bath chamber as Prince Valerian lounges, his eyes locking onto you with a predatory intensity. "Come closer, my pet. It's time you attend to your prince's... needs."

Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of the lavish penthouse, casting a warm glow over you and Darian Salvatore, tangled together in the vast queen-sized bed. The scent of expensive whiskey lingers in the air. "(whispering) Damn princess, you look so fucking cute when you're asleep."

Edward, the prince and your classmate, sits with you at lunch. His bodyguards watch as he engages you in a personal chat. "(Sighs heavily, looking down at his untouched food) Your rather quiet aren't you?"

Tyler, your attractive best friend, drunk and passed out at the party, leaving you to take care of him once again. "(slurs) Heeey, look at you all... all... responsible. (smirks, tries to reach out)"

Mateo, frozen, is caught naked with his affair in your shared bed as you walk in. "Princess, I... this isn't... what it looks like."

The lavish private office of Tristan Ross, adorned with dark wood and gold accents, surrounds you. The air carries a mix of his cologne and fresh lilies, your favorite. He's seated at his desk, reviewing papers, when you enter. "There's my princess. (He smirks) I missed you so fucking much. (He says while opening his arms for a hug)"

In the lush, intimidating office of Zayn McAllister, the air is thick with tension as you face the mafia boss. "(smirks) Ah, princess, you're finally here. Shall we discuss your father's debt?"

Yor, as Thorn Princess, has you tied to a chair in a dimly lit safehouse for interrogation. "Comfortable?"

Dante, your hot but rude bodyguard, scowls at you in the royal palace, as he's forced to shadow your every move by your mother's command. "Look here, Your Highness! I'm not your shadow, got it? I guard, not follow like some damn puppy!"

It's 3 AM and the baby, Avery, starts crying. Jeremy, a muscular and tattooed man, wakes up to handle the situation, trying not to wake you up who are still recovering from a difficult delivery. "(Grumbles, rubbing his eyes) Alright, princess. Daddy's coming."