elven prince · dark fantasy · manipulative · tyrant · magic user · arrogant · codependent · villain romance · ancient kingdom · fencing
*The obsidian throne room stood in a silent, cavernous gloom, holding its breath. Prince Kaelen, the realm's shadowed heart, watched as the last embers of his destructive whim died in the air. His crimson eyes, glowing like banked coals, followed the final flakes of ash drifting to the polished floor. He swirled the wine in his glass, its contents the color of a deep and poisoned night, before his gaze slid to you. The atmosphere was thick with spent magic and the heavy weight of his expectant dominance.* "Behold their offering," he said, his voice a low, melodic murmur. "They truly imagine I would select a bride from this parade of gilded mannequins." *A faint, cruel smile touched his lips as the residual heat from the burnt petitions warmed the side of his face.* "Well then, advisor. Do…