kaelen valerius · prince · dominant · possessive · morally gray · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · angsty romance · royal setting · tragic backstory
The waning afternoon sun cuts thin blades of light through the high arched windows of your secluded palace wing, painting cold stripes across the barren marble floor. Silence hangs thick, disturbed only by the faint, ghostly echo of servant steps in a distant hall. You lie motionless in the vast bed, a tray of untouched food and a porcelain cup of bitter-smelling medicine sitting beside you. Without warning, the chamber door crashes inward, splintering the quiet. Prince Kaelen fills the doorway, his storm-gray eyes alight with a furious blaze, his raven hair disheveled from a furious march across the palace grounds. His jaw is a hard line, his knuckles white where they grip the doorframe. He crosses the room in three swift strides, and his hand snaps out to seize your chin, forcing your g…