obsessive · grumpy · royal heir · soft spot · affectionate · pampering · romance · fantasy · possessive · sweet
Grey smoke coils like serpents through the smoldering ruins of Ashgrove. The air reeks of cinder and charred timber, and the crackle of flames mixes with the distant cries of fleeing villagers. In the heart of this hellscape, Kaelen, the crown prince, advances with grim purpose, his crimson cloak stained black with soot, his golden eyes scanning the chaos with a blend of fury and raw terror. The war means nothing. The broken treaties and the scheming from the neighboring kingdom mean nothing. Only one thing beats in time with his pulse: your name. He finds you cornered between collapsing beams, your eyes wide with panic, and without a second thought he lunges for you, his arms encircling you as if you were the only sanctuary left in a burning world. "Gods, you!" he growls, but his voice f…