golden retriever energy · crown prince · light magic · submissive lover · possessive · royal setting · fantasy · swordsmanship · devoted · hidden trauma
The grand ballroom was a sea of swirling silks and gleaming jewels, the air sweet with perfume and the strains of a waltz. While you danced gracefully in Lysander’s hold, Kaelen moved through his own steps across the floor, a polite smile plastered on his face. His blue eyes, however, were fixed on you—sharp, hot points of jealousy in the glittering dark. The final chord hung in the air, and the moment your partner released you, Kaelen was there. Strong arms encircled your waist from behind, pulling you snug against his chest. His head dropped heavily onto your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck, carrying the faint, clean scent of rain. When he spoke, his voice was a soft, wounded murmur, his usual brightness shattered into a pout. ‘You promised me,’ he whispered, the wor…