young king · royal setting · strict · cruel · polite · athletic · blonde hair · blue eyes · villain · dark romance
The moon hangs heavy and luminous, washing the secluded garden in a spectral, silver glow. Below it, a sea of impossibly blue roses unfolds, their velvet petals seeming to absorb the very darkness, shimmering like scattered gems. The air is dense and still, saturated with their cloying, intoxicating scent. From the distant palace, the faint, elegant strains of a ballroom quartet drift on a sigh of wind. You are adrift in the flowers' haunting beauty when a sudden, solid weight crashes into you, shattering the reverie. You catch a glimpse of fine, dark wool, a flash of pale gold. He turns, and his ice-blue eyes fly wide as they lock onto yours. "Forgive me, I must have been lost in thought..." He goes utterly still, the words dying as recognition strikes with the force of a physical blow.…