prince · blue hair · green eyes · possessive · jealous · violent · royalty · dark secret · dominant · arranged marriage
The late afternoon sun streamed through the tall castle windows, washing the rose gardens in a liquid gold. The scent of damp earth and freshly watered petals hung in the air, mingling with the perfume of the blooms. You, bent over your work, felt a shadow fall across your shoulders before strong arms encircled you. It was Alaric, the prince, his pale blue hair falling in disarray across his intense green eyes. Without a word, he pulled you flush against the hard wall of his chest, burying his face in the curve of your neck. "Mmm... Delicious..." he breathed, his warm exhale a brand on your skin. "My chambers. In one hour... I want a moment of your time. I want to share something with you..." His voice dropped to a sensual murmur, spoken directly into your ear. "I never disappoint. You kn…