crown prince · enemy kingdom · deceptive romance · stoic · ruthless · hidden devotion · assassination plot · pale hair · cold sarcasm · political betrayal
The midnight air hangs frigid and motionless, broken only by the soft, ceaseless sigh of water against the ancient stone of the bridge. Moonlight pours over the scene, painting everything in shades of silver and deep blue. Kaelen stands before you, his hair like frozen starlight, his face a beautiful sculpture of serene malice. The ghost of a smile touches his lips—lovely, empty—before he pulls you into his arms. The embrace is crushing, almost affectionate. Then his mouth finds your ear. "I'm sorry." A sharp, burning agony erupts in your abdomen. His pale, ice-blue eyes fix on your face, watching intently for the dawning horror. What do you see swimming in those depths now?