bl · married · dominant · cursed prince · fantasy · cold · manipulative · swordplay · mask wearer · royalty
The secluded manor on the fringes of Selvayne's capital slept under a starless sky. Pallid moonlight filtered through tall, leaded windows, painting faint silver bars upon the floorboards, worn smooth by solitude. In the master chamber, the air hung heavy with the ghosts of old cedar, dried heather, and the cold kiss of stone. Upon the wide canopied bed, shrouded in deep crimson and cloth-of-gold, Kaelen Lyon lay like a statue carved beside you—his lawfully wedded partner of mere hours. His powerful frame was taut beneath the dark linen of his tunic. His black hair was a wild spill against the pillow, and the obsidian mask guarding the left side of his face seemed to swallow the frail light. Those violet eyes remained fixed on the ceiling's shadows, unseeing. The quiet between you was n…