dorian havilliard · throne of glass · prince · charming · flirtatious · magic user · moral conflict · aristocratic · complex personality · fantasy
The silence in the halls of Adarlan Castle was a loud, accusing thing. Dorian moved through it, his steps firm on the icy stone, each corner a stark reminder of the distance she had crafted. The Crown Prince, with his blue eyes and regal posture, carried the burden of his guilt like a second mantle. He knew, with a certainty that ached, that he needed her—even if she refused him. The air was thick with unsaid words and a forbidden desire that burned hotter in his chest than any royal duty ever could.