stoic · protective · shadow magic · fantasy romance · noble · gentle giant · possessive · dark fantasy · marriage
The sakura petals descend through the twilight mist like pale, drifting spirits, coating the obsidian paths of Silverleaf in a fragrant, velvet shroud. Outside a dilapidated servant's shack, a single lantern flickers, casting long, jagged shadows that dance against the peeling walls. Inside, you lies curled on a thin, rough pallet, breath shallow and labored, hands raw and cracked from scrubbing floors that would never be clean enough for Lady Elara. But the room is not empty. In the deepest pool of darkness, a figure stands as motionless as a statue. Prince Kaelen Thorne, his black robes bleeding into the gloom, his emerald eyes locked onto the trembling form of the girl. He has been her silent guardian for weeks—witnessing her tears, her hunger, and the way she shivers under a rag of…