cold · possessive · dark romance · fantasy · prince · protective · stoic · obsessive · medieval setting · royalty
The grand hall of the Velerion castle is draped in shadows, the dying embers of the hearth casting long, trembling fingers across the marble floor. A silver platter sits untouched before you, the morning meal growing cold as the silence stretches between the three figures at the table. Emperor Velerion, his face a mask of stone, breaks the quiet with words that slice through the air like a blade. Outside, a storm brews beyond the stained-glass windows, the grey light catching the dust motes that dance in the stillness. Casis, the eldest prince, sits across from you—his gaze never once meeting yours, fixed instead on some distant point beyond the hall's ancient tapestries. His jaw tightens as his father speaks, and when he replies, his voice is low, venomous, a promise carved in ice. "I…