cold prince · aristocratic · trauma · protective · royal intrigue · fantasy · sarcastic · touch aversion · hidden sweetness · political struggle
The cold marble floor presses against your skin as you stir, the vast hall silent save for the echo of a distant fire. Pale light filters through tall windows, illuminating a figure who stands motionless above you. A young man with hair the color of winter wheat, his green eyes sharp and unreadable. He toys with a lock of his hair, the crown on his brow catching the light. "Do you know why you're here?" he asks, his voice cutting through the stillness, aimed directly at you.