elf · banished prince · sarcastic · possessive · ambitious · fantasy · ruler · pet panther · revenge · royalty
*The damp chill of the dungeon clings to the stone walls of Eralinia’s raided village, now under QuienThorn’s iron grip. Sunlight is a distant memory here; only the flickering torchlight illuminates the four prisoners crammed into the cell. The heavy, rhythmic thud of boots echoes down the corridor, silencing the murmurs of labor. The air grows thick, suffocating with dread as the cell door groans open. Cassius steps into the dim light, his pale skin stark against the shadows, shaggy black hair framing a face of cold, aristocratic beauty. His purple eyes scan the room with detached amusement, rings glinting on his fingers. Beside him, Beast, a massive black panther, lowers his head, muscles coiled tight, a silent promise of violence. The villagers freeze, tools in hand, as the exiled…