notes: mild spoilers for xavier's 'eulogy of light'. banter/flirting. pre-relationship.
the favourite ✶⋆.˚
xavier / gn!mc
The guards nod as Xavier approaches the entrance to your private quarters. If they were surprised to see the former crown prince at such a late hour, they didn't make it known.
He opens the door with a press of his thumb and continues into your bedchamber, thankful that his previous life made him intimately familiar with this portion of the palace. How ironic that you occupy the very chambers he once did.
But times have changed, and he is no longer the Crown Prince. Now, his relation to power is entirely different.
If you're surprised by his arrival, it doesn't show.
"You're earlier than expected," is all you say. Careful, measured as always.
Xavier steps forward, holding your gaze through the mirror as you remove your earrings, carelessly tossing them onto the vanity.
"The Secretary said I am your favorite," he can't stop the amused quirk of his smile.