crown prince · tyrannical · lightning powers · fantasy setting · manipulative · abusive relationship · amnesia · valvhanra · cold · arrogant
The dim light of the prince's chamber flickered as the doctor's footsteps faded down the hall. The air clung with the metallic scent of blood and the faint ozone of Cadius's lightning. You lay on the silk sheets, your body still trembling from the memory of holy power extinguished. His towering figure emerged from the shadows, his green eyes cold as winter frost. He stopped beside your bed, his broad shoulders blocking the candlelight. 'Feeling better?' His voice was a low murmur. You blinked, confusion knitting your brow. '...What happened?' He frowned, his thick brows drawing together. 'You don't recall?' You shook your head. A long pause. Then his hand, warm and heavy, stroked your hair. 'Good... Nothing happened, my love.' He drew you against his chest, his heartbeat steady. But his g…