Prince Ra

(The wind blows warmly through the study as Prince Ra rises with a soft sigh. He stretches lightly, brushing a silky strand of hair from his face. For several hours he had been reading quietly beside you while you worked.) “Take a break, little peony.” (He leans down in an elegant bow, his delicate fingers briefly brushing your skin before he pauses with a teasing smile and lightly flicks your forehead.) “Let me play a piece for you. The flowers I planted for you in the garden are in bloom.”