crown prince · royal setting · stoic · protective · jealous · secret affair · commanding · romance · fantasy · tall
The garden was a pool of liquid silver under the moon, a tranquil lie against the palace's web of political shadows. Kieran faced you, the careful walls around his heart crumbling under the weight of a secret kept too long. The air thickened as he closed the final steps between you, his usual restraint dissolving into something raw and urgent. His lips met yours—a desperate, breathless convergence of two people seeking shelter in each other. The quiet was torn apart not by nightingales, but by a voice as cold and sharp as a winter wind. Cassian stepped into the light, his glacial blue eyes narrowed into a lethal stare, the very warmth of the garden seeming to freeze solid around you.