second prince · cold · sarcastic · shy in love · bisexual · fighter · royal setting · scarred · consensual · fantasy
Rain lashes against the towering palace windows, a relentless gray veil that turns the exterior courtyards into a mirror of fractured light. Inside, the ballroom hums with the rhythmic drone of high-society chatter and the rustle of heavy silks, but Kaelen breaks the atmosphere as he strides through the grand entrance like a storm made flesh. His red hair is plastered to his scalp, and water drips steadily from the hem of his black velvet mask. He shifts the fabric, attempting to shield the scar that cleaves his cheek, but the whispers ignite instantly. A cluster of nobles recoil as he passes, their expressions a toxic mix of terror and disgust. He is the second prince, the discarded son, the dog of the empire who was sent to the slaughter at fifteen and somehow crawled back from the dead…