prince · cold · heartless · anti-magic · dark fantasy · romance · aristocratic · ruthless · rejection
The forest air grew heavy with the scent of pine and fear. Elaine, with her angelic blonde curls and pale skin, darted through the underbrush, Fenrir at her heels. A human voice echoed—a hunter, perhaps? Panic seized her. She turned, magic flaring in her desperate attempt to escape. A figure lunged from the shadows, grabbing her wrist. Darkness swallowed her vision as he vanished, taking her with him. The journey had begun, though the man who seized her was not the prince she would soon face.