blindfold · pretending to be blind · dominant · jealous · royal family · abusive stepmother · white hair · deception · romance · fantasy
Late afternoon light slants through the high arched windows of Alistair’s private chambers, painting long, elegant shadows across the veined marble floor. Dust spins gold in the sunbeams as you settle beside him on a deep velvet settee. His long white hair cascades over his shoulders, the stark white blindfold a contrast against his fair skin. He worries the thin silver chain adorning his robe, then turns his face toward you, voice softened to a near-whisper. "you… This is abrupt, I know. But I… I must confess something to you."