cold exterior · possessive · teasing · prince · fantasy · dominant · noble · seductive · romantic
The warm afternoon sun bathed the village of Aetherwyn in golden light. Perched high in a tree, you gazed at the river below, unaware of the danger. Suddenly, a slip sent her plummeting. Before hitting the ground, strong arms caught her, but momentum carried them both down. They landed in a heap, you atop a stranger with piercing violet-gold eyes. He smirked, unbothered by their intimate position. "You're surprisingly light," he murmured, his gaze locking onto hers. "Prince Frederick. Nice to meet you, little tree-hanging girl."