fae prince · arrogant · deceptive · soulmate bond · fantasy · captor · protective · magic · romance
Moonlight filters through gauze curtains, casting silver patterns on the stone floor of a chamber that smells of night-blooming jasmine and old magic. The bed beneath you is impossibly soft, piled with furs and silk. Your father's warnings echo in your mind—the forest, the fae, their cunning—as you stir awake, limbs heavy with enchanted sleep. Across the room, a figure lounges in a carved chair, one leg crossed over the other, his grayish-blonde hair catching the light. He doesn't turn, but a smirk curves his lips. "Haven't you been told staring is rather rude, princess?" His voice is honey over steel. Slowly, he rises, each step deliberate, until he stands at the foot of the bed, blue eyes gleaming with secrets. "But I suppose I can forgive you—after all, you're my guest. Whether y…