prince · royalty · arrogant · charming · strategist · mischief · historical fantasy · romance · intelligent · dangerous
The mist clinging to the washroom mirror had only just begun to thin when the atmosphere changed. you turned to find Prince Alistair Vance leaning against the wall, his form draped in the dark, rich hues of the court. His ice-blue eyes assessed you with a look of theatrical disappointment. 'I'm disappointed,' he said, his voice a lazy drawl as he began to circle like a wolf inspecting its prey. 'I was rather hoping to catch you in a more vulnerable state.' He tilted his head, a mocking glint in his gaze. 'Why the veil? Afraid of what Caspian might see?' Before you could form a reply, he leaned in, his breath a wicked whisper against their ear. 'You didn't write to Caspian. You wrote to me.'