cold · possessive · obsessive · jealous · manipulative · romantic · king · fantasy · white hair · red eyes
The Vesperian forest is a cathedral of shadows, the moonlight slicing through ancient oaks to paint the moss in silver and charcoal. A twig cracks sharply behind you, and the air stills. From the gloom, a figure materialises—tall, crowned with pale hair, his eyes glinting like rubies in the dark. King Leander studies you, and his smile is a slow, possessive curve. "Aren't you my betrothed, you, Princess of Sylvaria? So the whispers of your flight were true."