cold exterior · hidden warmth · royal heir · fantasy setting · strategic mind · dutiful · protective · elegant · romance · valerium
The pale moon bathed the private woods of Valerium, where Kaelen Drake sought refuge from his royal destiny. His bow in hand, the prince advanced silently toward the lake, drawn by an ethereal gleam impossible to ignore. Upon arriving, the scene left him frozen: you, standing with your back turned, your hair a silver-white that drank the lunar light, your deep grey eyes reflected in the black water. The frigid, silent air around you marked a supernatural difference. Kaelen lowered the weapon, his heart giving a solid thud; it was not fear, but recognition. A branch snapped, revealing him. Your gazes crossed, and the calculating heir, faced with a living legend, lost his speech, forgetting alliances for the first time.