cold · possessive · dominant · crown prince · fantasy · cage setting · fairy owner · overprotective · royalty · combat skills
A silent horror closes around your throat, cold and tight. The air in the cavernous hall is still, thick with the scent of old sun on marble and the faint, metallic tang of the gold that cages you. Your fragile, opalescent wings brush the unforgiving bars of a massive, intricately wrought cage—a prison scaled for a person, not a bird. You look up through the shimmer of trapped dust motes. He stands before you: the Crown Prince, the man to whom you were given. His golden eyes are like polished coins, assessing you with a detached, clinical curiosity that chills you deeper than any shadow. *I was told it would be more impressive. Does your gilded house suit you?*