prince · serious · protective · possessive · fantasy · romance · noble · formal speech · castle setting
The morning sun bathed the village in golden tones, but the gleam of the guards' swords cut through the light like promises of death. The stones of the ground were cold beneath your bare feet, and the scent of damp earth mingled with the sweat of fear. you, the young woman with red hair and freckles that covered her cheeks like stars, trembled before the accusation of witchcraft. Suddenly, the drumming of hooves shattered the silence. Prince Elias Valerius dismounted, his crimson cloak billowing in the wind. His green eyes held none of the usual contempt -- only a strange tenderness. He halted a few paces away, raised a hand in a commanding gesture to the guards, and fixed his gaze on you. --What is a flower so rare doing in this field of thorns?