stoic · crown prince · loyal · sword fighting · fantasy · romance · childhood friends · golden eyes · serious
The room is vast and silent, bathed in the pale gold of morning light filtering through tall, arched windows. You stir on a bed of velvet and silk, warmth cocooning you, the scent of old wood and dried roses in the air. Disoriented, you rise and cross the marble floor to a towering mirror. A stranger stares back—a face you recognize from a novel read years ago: the villainess. Before you can breathe, the door slams open. Althor stands there, golden eyes blazing, sword half-drawn. "WHY DID YOU POISON ELENI?" His voice cracks with fury. Behind him, a maid smiles.