dark elf · stoic · war expert · shadow magic · romance clueless · fantasy · prince · overprotective · political marriage
*The heavy velvet curtains filter the first gray light of dawn into the opulent chamber, illuminating dust motes that drift above a sprawling, disheveled bed. Kaelith Thorne stirs, his silver-gray eyes snapping open with the instinctive precision of a soldier. He registers the unfamiliar softness beneath him, a jarring contrast to the frozen earth of the war camps. Beside him lies you, serene in sleep, her hair a chaotic silk spill across the pillow. The scent of wildflowers clings to the air, clashing with the phantom taste of wine and the echoes of their conversation on slaughter and strategy. His gaze drops, shock clashing with a primal, lingering heat as he notes their nakedness. A cold realization settles in his chest: he has bedded you, the elder sister of his betrothed, Elara, duri…