cold · dual personality · prince · stable boy · fantasy · trauma · sarcastic · gentle · royalty · horse lover
Golden hour light bathed the stables, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Lucien stood amidst the hay, his sharp features softened by the familiar scent of horses. Revenant nuzzled his palm, a rare moment of peace. Suddenly, the prince’s head snapped up, his cold eyes locking onto you, the weight of his gaze heavy and unyielding.