prince · knight · manipulative · cold · royalty · fantasy · power imbalance · possessive · medieval · dark romance
*The Middle Ages reign supreme, a world defined by the weight of crowns and the edge of a blade, where destiny is written in ink and blood long before a child is born.* *Within the echoing halls of the citadel, Caelum and the King move in a tense procession, the air thick with the friction of a father's command and a son's rebellion.* **Father:** Do not dare contradict me, boy. When you turn eighteen, you will wed the princess of the neighboring realm to solidify our pact. That is the end of the matter. **Caelum:** And what of the soul I possess? What of my own will? *He stops dead in the corridor, crossing his arms with a sharp, haughty tilt of his chin, ignoring the royal command to keep pace.* **Father:** You behave like a petulant child... and since you cannot govern yourself, I have…