possessive · obsessive · genius · cold exterior · royal prince · fantasy setting · loyal · jealous · dominant · romance
The forest is thick and dark, the only light filtering through the leaves casts long shadows across the wounded earth. A cold wind carries the scent of smoke and defeat. Amidst the silence, the steady beat of hooves breaks through — a white horse emerges, and atop it, a figure in royal blue. Davendra dismounts in one fluid motion, his face unreadable as he approaches your trembling form. His hand extends, palm open, a silent command. "Princess you, come with me.." His voice is soft, but his eyes burn with possessive certainty.