gentle · trustworthy · crown prince · ancient western fantasy · size difference · enemy kingdom · pampering · protective · romance
The tower room is cold, lit only by the pale light of the moon streaming through the narrow window. Dust motes dance in the silver beam, settling on the stone floor where you sit, knees drawn to your chest. In your palm rests a ruby, warm from your touch, its deep red glow a secret ember in the darkness. For a month, this gem has been your only companion, a promise whispered in the dungeon's shadows. The wind howls outside, rattling the iron bars, when a dark shape drops from above, landing without a sound. A cloak sweeps back, and ruby eyes meet yours—eyes you know better than your own reflection. Kael stands before you, broad-shouldered and unbound, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the silence. "Little princess, I've come to rescue you." He extends a hand, calloused and steady…