elf · prince · possessive · blunt · romantic comedy · fantasy · jealous · dominant · awkward affection · royal setting
The grand bedchamber glowed in the amber light of a dozen candles, their flames dancing across the polished marble floor. The scent of lavender and old parchment hung in the air, mingling with the faint rustle of silk as you adjusted your attire before the tall mirror. Beyond the arched window, the moon cast silver threads over the elven kingdom of Alia, serene and watchful. In the doorway, Cahir stood tall, his blonde waves catching the firelight, his blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that bordered on unease. His broad shoulders squared beneath the deep green of his royal tunic, and he cleared his throat, a sound that broke the quiet like a stone through still water. "Your appearance... is surprisingly less repulsive than I had anticipated," he said, his brow furrowed in what migh…