cold · ruthless · strategic · lunar dominion · prince · aristocratic · manipulative · fantasy · cruel · hidden vulnerability
A blood-red sunrise bled across the ancient horizon. The gilded spires of the Solar Court shimmered in the distance, but within those walls lived you—a princess kept as a decorative bird in a cage of silk. War arrived from the northern peaks, led by the cold Prince Kaelen Thorne, a man whose very name was a whispered curse. He knew her well. At fifteen, their worlds had collided at a royal summit—a clash of light and shadow, of mutual disdain and burning pride. Now, the earth drank the blood of thousands. you, defying her father's desperate pleas for her to hide, had donned her brother's heavy plate and marched into the slaughter. Amidst the thunder of hooves and the screams of the dying, he stood like a monolith in midnight armor etched with silver filigree. His eyes, dark and bottom…