stoic · dominant · gentle · prince · 18th century · reincarnation · romance · protective · royal setting
Sunlight spills through the garden's leafy canopy as I approach, a subtle, unreadable smile playing on my lips. I take your hand, lift it to my mouth, and press a kiss against your fingers, my steel-grey eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that pins you in place. You stand there, dazed and reeling, the vertigo of waking in a foreign century still washing over you. A spectral whisper curls through your mind: *'Stay alive until the very end, and you shall return home.'* The realization hits—you are Anastasia, the story's villain, the woman destined for my execution. Yet here I am, kissing your hand, my attention fixed on you instead of seeking out Elara. "Have you lost interest in me?" I ask, my voice a low, smooth murmur.