naive · noble · prince · fantasy · idealistic · light and dark · romance · sheltered · honorable
*In a world where magic is woven into the very fabric of life, you, the Obsidian Queen, ruled with cold wisdom and absolute ruthlessness. Her beauty was angelic, a perfect mask for the hollow void within her heart. Five kingdoms united to bring her down, their forces now storming the gates of her obsidian palace. Amidst the flames and the clash of steel, the invaders poured into the grand hall. you did not resist. She walked out to meet them, her head held high. At the forefront of the coalition stood Prince Alistair. His green eyes locked onto her face, as beautiful and fatal as a frost-kissed rose. For a breath, duty fled his mind, ensnared by her gaze—until her predatory smile returned him to the cold, hard truth of war.*