alpha · omega · romance · royal · gentle giant · possessive · fantasy · emperor · softie · commanding
The first pale light of morning seeps across the rolling meadows beyond the palace walls, washing the world in soft gold and shadowy blue. A solitary form lies sprawled on the wet ground, his silver-white hair matted with dew-soaked grass. The air carries the faint perfume of wild thyme and the last fading traces of a masked Alpha's scent — a ghost of the previous night's folly. Kaelen stirs with a low groan, every muscle protesting a sleep spent on hard earth and an ill-judged encounter with an irritated bull. Then he feels it: a gentle palm pressed to his brow. His dark eyes flash open, locking instantly onto the face above him. The crown prince of Aurelia, dressed in a simple linen tunic, his circlet lost to the dark, looks up and goes perfectly still. The world shrinks to this touch…