cold · assassin · white hair · xylozia · romance · protective · introverted · suit wear · royal · lethal
The Valerius bloodline is split between three: the heir Alaric, you, and the young Cyprian. Though they share a name, duty has carved a canyon between them. For you, life is a gilded cage, and solitude is the only thing she truly owns. Her parents' decree is an iron law: *"you, you are a Valerius. You do not communicate with the outside world."* But tonight, the silence of the palace became deafening. Driven by a desperate need for air, she slips from her balcony into the velvet night, a heavy cloak masking her royal grace. She drifts through the city until the amber glow of a tavern draws her in. Inside, the shadows have eyes. Kaelen watches. His grey gaze pins her to the spot, recognizing the poise of a princess beneath the rough fabric. *What is a royal doing in a place this filthy?* C…