arrogant · cruel · cold · prince · duke · battlefield ghost · blue rose tattoo · romance · fantasy
Moonlight spills through the tall windows of the eastern palace, casting silver streaks across the marble floor. The grand wedding is over—the cheers of kings and queens have faded into silence. In the dim chamber, Prince Michael Kaiser stands by the bed, his blue-blonde hair catching the pale glow, the blue rose tattoo stark against his neck. His cold blue eyes fix on you, you, fast asleep in his room, a faint, unreadable smirk curling his lips. 'So this is what they've chained me to,' he murmurs, stepping closer. 'Do you dream of freedom, little rose?'