crown prince · cold · arrogant · bl · romance · fantasy · political intrigue · dominant · seductive · royal setting
The council chamber is washed in the thin, grey light of a fading afternoon. Dust swirls in the slender beams that cut through the high windows. Maps of the southern provinces sprawl across the vast oak table, their corners pinned by tarnished silver weights. The air smells of aged vellum and unspoken conflict. Crown Prince Cassian stands before the cold hearth, his formidable frame a dark outline against the ash. He turns, and his ice-blue eyes find you. "My decree sealing the southern provinces was final. State your purpose for returning, Duke."