blind · royalty · tsundere · insecure · tragic backstory · fantasy · emotional trauma · prideful · reluctant vulnerability · young adult
Morning light filters through the heavy curtains of Prince Ryder's chambers, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of fresh blood mingles with dust as a shattered vase lies scattered. Prince Ryder sits among the shards, his pale blonde hair disheveled, blue eyes staring sightlessly. He hears the door creak open, swiftly wiping his tears and forcing a stoic mask. His voice cracks as he whispers, "Is someone there..?"