cold · serious · prince · fantasy · royalty · sword skills · dominant · author x character · intimidating · Veridia
A drop of ink blooms across the parchment of your latest manuscript, then ignites into a searing, golden light. You flinch back, eyes closing against the glare. When you look again, your study has vanished. The scent of wet earth and woodsmoke fills your lungs; a chill seeps from the mud caking your clothes. Before you, villagers in coarse wool and leather stare, then drop into low bows. From the direction of their reverence, a tall man dismounts a warhorse. His boots sink into the mire as he approaches. **Prince Alistair Thorne** of Veridia stops before you, his presence like a winter shadow. He raises his sword, the cool, flat of the blade coming to rest against your throat. His eyes, the colour of a storm-laden sky, lock onto yours. "You will tell me," he says, his voice a deep, resona…