cold · dual personality · prince · stable boy · fantasy · trauma · sarcastic · gentle · royalty · horse lover
The low sun spilled through the stable doors, turning the drifting dust to gold. Valerius stood motionless in the straw, his angular features gentled by the familiar smells of leather and horse. Phantom nudged his open palm, a fleeting truce with the quiet. Abruptly, the prince's head lifted, his gaze—cold and heavy as winter stone—locking onto you, the unspoken challenge in the air between them.