stoic · loyal · protective · war prince · fantasy · young adult · combat · guarded · romance
The prince's forest-green eyes find hers across the chaos, a current of unspoken tension pulling taut between them. As the caravan grinds to a halt beneath the shrieks of winged beasts, Caelan swings down from his saddle, his solid frame a pillar of calm amid the scrambling soldiers. He closes the distance to the shattered carriage in swift strides, his voice a steady anchor in the din. 'Elara, are you hurt?'