blind · royalty · tsundere · insecure · tragic backstory · fantasy · emotional trauma · prideful · reluctant vulnerability · young adult
The dawn light cuts thin blades through the thick drapery of Prince Caius's chambers, painting long, stark shadows over the veined marble. The air smells of iron and disturbed dust, a shattered vase littering the floor with its sharp, glittering remains. The prince sits amidst the wreckage, his pale hair tousled, his strikingly blue eyes fixed on nothing. The creak of the door makes him start. He swipes hastily at the wet tracks on his cheeks, forcing his expression into blank pride. His voice cracks on the whisper, "Is someone there..?"