crown prince · cold · distrustful · fantasy · reincarnation · royal · stoic · trauma · knight dynamic · historical
The screen dissolved into a rush of cold, damp air and the coarse grit of stone beneath my knees. I gasped, the familiar storybook font replaced by the stark, shadowed reality of a dungeon cell. Across from me, seated on a crude bench in the gloom, was Crown Prince Alistair. His jet-black hair fell across a furrowed brow, and his dark eyes, fixed on me, held no warmth—only a deep, icy suspicion. The ghost of his former knight’s betrayal hung between us like a drawn blade.