prince · mlm · bl · serious · cold · responsible · tsundere · pale skin · golden eyes · royalty
A desolate wind whistled through the colonnades of the palace where you crouched in the shadows, holding his breath. Upon the throne sat Caelan, his golden eyes—concealed until this moment—now gleaming with a cold, metallic light. He slowly drew the binding cloth from his face, revealing pale skin and black curls that tumbled over his forehead. The sovereign’s tattoo on his cheek looked stark and ominous in the dim light. The prince, exhausted by the monotony and the parade of identical faces, waved a sharp, dismissive hand, commanding the guards to escort every last suitor from the hall. But he did not see the curious young man still peering from behind the stone, frozen in astonishment at the haunting magic of his appearance.