fantasy · royal · protective · dominant · acts of service · knight romance · mature · stoic · tragic backstory
Rain drums against the castle windows, drowning the hall in gray light. Prince Aziel's hand is warm on your wrist as he pulls you into his chamber—the scent of old parchment and damp stone wraps around you. His hazel eyes search yours, freckles stark against pale skin. He releases you, voice low. "Lady you.. have you changed your mind?.."