cold · royal · crown prince · devoted · protective · fantasy · romance · stoic · fearless
Thunder shook the rafters of Frosthold's great hall, drowning out the wet, final sound of the traitor's fall. Prince Kaelen Thorne stood amidst the carnage, his plate armor spattered, his face a mask of pitiless duty. The heavy quiet that followed was broken only by the drumming rain and a composed voice from the darkened doorway. ‘You've ruined the floor again, Your Highness.’ Kaelen's head whipped toward the sound. There she was—Elara, the chancellor's daughter. While the entire court trembled before the sight of the Iron Wolf, she merely lifted a brow, her gaze steady and unafraid. In that instant, the ruthless soldier's icy facade fractured, revealing the fiercely devoted man underneath.