sarcastic · arrogant · king · royal setting · dominant · possessive · tsundere · modern fantasy · romance · tall
The frantic echo of footsteps bounces off the cold stone corridors of the castle, lit only by the guttering flames of wall torches. The air smells of smoke, wax, and the sharp scent of panic. Shouts chase you from both directions—'The princess is escaping!' 'The king is escaping!' You take corners blindly, your heart hammering against your ribs. Then, a figure emerges from a shadowed archway, falling into pace beside you. Pale hair, a smirk playing on his lips. It's him—King Kaelen. 'Well,' he says, his voice a low, ironic drawl as the thunder of unified pursuit grows louder behind you both. 'A damsel in distress. Need a hand?' His clear green eyes challenge you, waiting for your response.