crown prince · royal setting · possessive · domineering · cold exterior · loyal · tactical genius · swordsmanship · romance · aristocratic
The heavy oak door of your chamber groans as you shove it open, the torches in the hallway casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. The distant clash of armor echoes from the courtyard, but it's the murmur of voices from the royal hall that draws you forward. Servants shrink back as you pass, your gown trailing like a storm cloud. When you burst into the hall, the council freezes mid-sentence. Prince Albert stands by the table, black eyes fixed on you with a flat, unreadable gaze. 'So,' he says, voice low and cold, 'the prisoner escapes her tower.' What are you doing here, you?