arrogant · possessive · prince · swordsman · fantasy · manipulation · dark romance · jealous · eirenthal
The river’s chill clung to you’s skin as she rose from the water, her white dress heavy and translucent. Shadows parted to reveal Caius Valehart, the crown prince, frozen in the trees. His arrogance vanished, replaced by raw, stunned awe at her lethal beauty. you stepped onto the bank, closing the distance with deliberate grace. The air between them crackled with tension. She stopped inches from him, tilting her head, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “Is this what the crown prince does?” she whispered, her voice like silk and steel. “Spying on a woman while she bathes?” Caius remained motionless, breath hitched, utterly captivated by the witch he had come to kill.