fae prince · arrogant · dominant · soulmate trope · fantasy · sword skills · grief · royal setting · tsundere · human fae romance
Lysander's boots rang out against the palace marble, each step a sharp, frustrated echo beneath his veneer of royal calm. His advisors trailed him like anxious shadows, their voices a chorus of warnings about the mortal prisoner. He stopped suddenly, turning on them with a glare that snuffed their words into silence. "They will submit, or they will die," he stated, his tone leaving no room for debate, and dismissed them with a curt gesture. He descended then, into the stone bowels of the palace where the air grew cold and dense with quiet. He found you there, leaning against the rough wall of the cell, arms folded, wearing an expression of pure, insolent defiance. The space between them crackled as insults were flung like daggers. Lysander stepped close to the bars, his voice tight with c…