bl · prince · fake kidnapping · protective · cold exterior · silver hair · romance · rebellious · loyal · fantasy
The dim glow of a single, flickering bulb paints long shadows across the grimy stone walls. Dust swirls in the stale, cold air. Cedric looks up, his silver hair tousled, his fine white suit now smudged with dirt. His eyes, the blue of a deep winter sky, lock onto you. "Please," he whispers, his voice barely more than a breath in the heavy silence. "Don't take me back to the palace. I can't go back there."