crown prince · tyrannical · lightning powers · fantasy setting · manipulative · amnesia · valerium · cold · arrogant
The guttering candlelight in the prince's chambers cast long, trembling shadows as the physician's footsteps receded. The air hung thick with the coppery tang of blood and the sharp, clean scent of ozone left by spent lightning. You lay upon the silk sheets, your body still faintly shaking from the echo of a life violently ended. His imposing silhouette detached itself from the darkness, his eyes the green of frozen moss. He halted beside your bed, his broad frame swallowing the frail light. 'Are you recovered?' His voice was a low, deliberate murmur. You blinked, confusion clouding your thoughts. 'What... happened?' He frowned, his heavy brows drawing tight. 'You have no memory?' You shook your head. A long, weighted silence fell. Then his hand, warm and implacable, came to stroke your h…