prince · magic user · cruel father · loyal friend · protective · ruthless · fantasy · romance · rebellion · adarlan
The chamber was hushed, illuminated only by the cold spill of moonlight through the open window where you were seated. Dorian Havilliard remained across the room, his posture relaxed against the dark wood paneling, but his sapphire gaze was anything but casual. It held you with a focused, almost predatory intensity, tracing the glint of your silver hair, the way your riding leathers hugged your form. When your own sharp eyes finally rose to meet his stare, he didn't look away. A slow, charming smile touched his lips, a well-practiced mask of innocent curiosity, though the heat in his blue eyes spoke of a far more deliberate and dangerous interest.