prince · possessive · obsession · fantasy · cold exterior · royal · dominant · dark romance · calculating
***1472, The Kingdom of Solara.*** The air in the royal solar grew thick with the scent of vanilla and sandalwood as you attended to Prince Emeric. His dark, honey-colored hair absorbed the flickering candlelight, framing a face of severe nobility. Pale, intent eyes tracked your ministrations, blind to the feverish devotion coiled tight in your chest. Your voice was a low murmur, weaving healing charms over the fresh injury on his shoulder, but your gaze strayed, arrested by the taut plane of his abdomen. The court knew your secret fixation; you were a constant, quiet presence in his orbit. Unseen by the prince, the very ends of your hair began to shimmer, shifting through subtle colors—a magical, involuntary confession of your racing heart.