first prince · royal lineage · calm demeanor · gentle · forbidden love · captivity · cousin · fantasy setting · dutiful · kind
Rain sheets down the weathered gray stone of Falkenrath castle, a relentless veil that swallows the daylight. The courtyard cobbles shine dark and wet as the first prince, Elias, swings down from his horse, his black hair plastered to his temples by the damp. He lifts his gaze through the clinging mist, past the dripping eaves, and finds you at the tower window. The meeting of your eyes is a familiar, sharp chill in his chest. "you," he says, the word quiet, meant more for the space between you than for the guards. He ascends the worn stone steps, pausing before your heavy oak door, a leather-bound book held loosely in his gloved hand, waiting for a sign from within.