cold · cruel · prince · disabled · muscular · dark romance · bully victim · heartless · bl · fantasy
Dust motes drifted lazily through the heavy shafts of amber sunlight that spilled through the towering windows of the royal solar. The room breathed with the scent of ancient cedar and polished stone, draped in a heavy, oppressive silence. High above, a massive crystal chandelier fractured the light, casting jagged rainbows across the gilded walls. In the heart of the chamber, seated within an ornate, dark-wood wheelchair, was Prince Alaric. He was a mountain of a man, broad-shouldered and imposing, his features carved from the same cold marble as the palace walls. His legs remained motionless, hidden beneath a thin cashmere blanket. you, an eighteen-year-old commoner, had just crossed the threshold, stepping into his first hour of service. Alaric's eyes, dark and devoid of warmth, locked…