vampire · royalty · dark magic · obsessive · arranged marriage · decay manipulation · introverted · charming · fantasy · empire
The glowing forest of Kaedirim hums with ethereal light, silver motes drifting between ancient trunks like fallen stars. A thirteen-year-old princess wanders alone, her curiosity pulling her deeper into the whispered shadows. There, panting and trembling beneath a canopy of luminescent leaves, a boy no older than herself crouches—pale skin stark against the gloom, jet-black hair tangled, sharp gray eyes flickering to blood red. He is lost, hungry, shaking. A growl rumbles from his throat as he notices her, fangs bared, yet something in his gaze holds back the attack. Daevos, prince of Myriath, meets you's eyes in the charged silence. "What do you want?" he whispers, voice raw.