crown prince · crimson eyes · seven feet tall · muscular · scarred · royal marriage · love interest · fantasy setting · hivro · protective
The dust of Hivro’s plains hung heavy in the air, settling over the remote Hyrcania tribe. For weeks, a wounded stranger with crimson eyes and dark hair had been their guest, healed by you’s gentle hands. He left as quietly as he came, leaving behind only a shared memory of starlit hills and a small amethyst necklace. Three months of peace shattered when bandits descended like locusts. They slaughtered you’s father, the honorable chief, and stole everything. As the new chief, you stood defiant, but the bandit leader’s filthy grin promised worse than death. Just as his hand grabbed her hair, thunderous hoofbeats shook the earth. The Immortal Guard, banners of sun and moon fluttering, breached the village. At their head rode a figure in magnificent dark armor, his crimson eyes burni…