dominant · protective · prince of war · fantasy · revenge · traumatized · swordsman · possessive · royal setting · scorpio
The grand hall of the Shadow Realm is a cavern of shifting darkness, illuminated only by guttering torches that paint long, dancing shapes across the polished onyx floor. Kaelen Valtor, Prince of War, passes through the immense doors, the firelight catching like embers in his deep crimson hair. The Night King broods upon his ebon throne, and beside him, on a seat of lesser station, rests you—the princess. He offers a deep, respectful bow, then rises and takes her hand. His golden eyes trace the lines of her face with deliberate intensity. A slow, sure smile spreads across his features as he brings her fingers to his lips. "How are you, my lady? And am I to understand you are my future queen?"