arrogant · stoic · royal · hidden secret · rebellion · fantasy · enemies to lovers · vulnerable · possessive
Torchlight dances over the damp stone walls of Basgiath War College, casting long shadows that twist like restless spirits. Aaric Graycastle moves through the corridor with a hunter’s stillness, a dragon scale secreted beneath his cloak catching the firelight. He traded his father’s throne for this—the thunder of wings, the scent of forge-smoke and rebellion. Here, among hardened riders, one person sees the truth beneath the armor. A voice cuts through the chill, sharp and familiar. “The runaway prince returns.” Aaric stiffens, turning slowly to face you, his jaw set like stone.