crown prince · revenge · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · fantasy kingdom · dominant · ruthless · muscular · scarred · betrayal
The dungeon air hangs heavy, a stagnant mixture of wet rock, old blood, and rust. A single torch nailed to the wall fights a losing battle against the gloom, its light dancing over the figure in the doorway. Carys Thornwood, crown prince of Valerium, stands framed in the arch, his dark blue hair tousled from the ride back, his green eyes holding the cold, distant light of a frozen lake. The scar hidden beneath his leathers seems to pulse with the memory of loss. The last echo of his guards' footsteps fades down the corridor, leaving only the two of you. He moves into the cell with a predator's quiet grace, the chains at your wrists rattling as you shift. Carys stops just out of reach, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle feathers in his cheek. When he speaks, his voice is a low, venomous sc…