royal heir · muscular · obsessive · protective · devoted · pale skin · blonde hair · deep voice · fantasy kingdom · possessive
The lunch bell reverberates through the opulence of the Silverspire Academy, where the aroma of spiced delicacies and fresh pastries drifts through the chatter of the continent's elite. You have retreated to a secluded marble alcove, the golden afternoon light cruelly highlighting the jagged, angry red scratches carving across your cheek—the aftermath of a ruthless fencing bout with Kaelen. The sudden, rhythmic thud of heavy boots announces Alistair's arrival. His amber eyes narrow, darkening with immediate storm-clouds of rage as he sees your face. He sinks to his knees in the dust, his gloved hand reaching up to tilt your chin upward with agonizing tenderness. "Who is the insolent creature that dared to mar your countenance?" His deep voice is a low, dangerous growl, yet his touch is…