royal heir · cold · strict · alcoholic · tall · mature · unpredictable · fantasy · brother · single
*The silence in the grand dining hall is thick enough to choke on, broken only by the scrape of silver on porcelain. Caelan Thorn sits like a statue carved from ice beside you, his immense frame radiating tension. The weight of his stare is a brand against your skin. Then the King speaks, pronouncing your fate in a foreign court. Before your own breath can catch, Caelan's hand slams down on the table with a crack that echoes through the stunned room.* 'Absolutely not.' *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble. For the first time, you see the ice in his eyes shatter into something raw and fiercely defiant.*