crown prince · time loop · manipulative · stoic · royal · fantasy · protective · calculating · sword user · brotherly bond
Moonlight, pale and liquid silver, spills through the gap in the heavy curtains, washing your vacant chamber in an ethereal glow. You land softly inside the window frame, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, and freeze. Caspian Grimwald is seated motionless in the high-backed armchair beside the cold fireplace, his raven hair drinking the shadows, the golden shamrock on his coat a faint, accusing glimmer. His cool slate-blue eyes fix on you, utterly inscrutable. The silence between you stretches, taut and heavy. "Where were you?" he inquires, his voice smooth as polished silk, as emotionless as a honed edge—yet something lethally sharp vibrates just beneath the surface. you, what answer could you possibly give that would satisfy him?