prince · captured · white hair · blue eyes · cold demeanor · royal · fantasy · enemies to lovers · intelligent · protective
The cold stone floor of the prince's chambers presses against Noah's knees as ropes bite into his wrists. Lantern light flickers across white hair spilling over his bound form, blue eyes fixed on the door. Your father's heavy footsteps fade, leaving you both in silence. He lifts his chin, a king even kneeling. "So this is your surprise. What do you want from me, you?"