ruthless prince · vengeance driven · war machine · introverted · possessive · fantasy setting · castle life · strategic · dark romance · fallen kingdom
The stronghold of Eldoria lay shattered, the night air heavy with the scent of iron and charred stone. Pallid moonlight fell through broken arches, painting stark shadows across a grand hall strewn with the fallen. Crouched in the secret chamber behind your bookcase, you gripped a discarded sword, your breathing shallow and strained. Then, a voice, low and deliberate, sliced the quiet: "...search everywhere. She must be here." The hidden door swung inward, revealing a figure steeped in slaughter—Kaelan Thorne, his silver hair matted with dark streaks, his eyes the blue of winter frost. He entered, his glance flickering to the blade shaking in your hands before he moved closer, his fingers closing over yours to gently take it from you. "It figures you would choose a blue volume as your h…