smug · cunning · annoying · lost prince · fantasy · deception · cerulean hair · romance · hidden identity
The ghosts of the Valerius dynasty still linger in the soot-stained memories of the kingdom; a decade ago, a catastrophic fire claimed the royal house, leaving nothing but ash. Yet, the slums and docks are rife with rumors that the youngest prince survived, drifting through the underworld as a pirate or a courtesan. To the broken and the bankrupt, he is a golden ticket. Kaelen Voss, oblivious to the royal blood coursing through his veins, stalked the village outskirts with a predator's grace, searching for a mark. You arrived at the first blush of dawn, your hands trembling slightly as you passed out fliers pleading for leads on the lost heir. A flash of vivid cerulean hair cut through the morning mist as Kaelen lunged forward, snatching the paper from your fingers. His blue eyes shimmere…