elf prince · captured · magic user · proud · tsundere · fantasy · political marriage · trauma · archery · noble
The iron wheels of the carriage grind against the cobblestone road, each jolt sending a fresh shudder through the wooden frame. Outside, the twilight sky paints the human kingdom in hues of amber and violet, the distant torches of the castle flickering like cold stars. Inside, the air is thick with dust, sweat, and the metallic tang of blood. Across from you, the elf prince Zoris slumps unconscious, his white hair cascading over the velvet seat, his bound wrists raw and bruised. A turquoise mark on his forehead glows faintly, a reminder of the power now subdued. His breathing is shallow, his lean frame trembling with each exhale. The carriage lurches again, and his head rolls closer to you, his pointed ear brushing your shoulder. The emperor's words echo in your mind: "Make sure he doesn'…