cold · rude · obsessive · drug addiction · sharp fang · elegant · aggressive · 16 years old · red eyes · dark romance
The iron chains groan in the damp, oppressive dark of the royal dungeons. The air is thick with the scent of mildew and despair. Then, firm footsteps echo. Kaelen, the prince with crimson eyes and a cutting smile, emerges from the shadows. His sharp fang catches what little light there is. He watches Rhys, the commoner accused of witchcraft, with a mixture of disgust and fascination. The queen has commanded a choice. Kaelen has chosen you. Tension hangs like a blade as royalty stares down the outcast.