prince · serious · sword user · fantasy · emotionally cold · tall · dark clothing · romance · 16th century · mysterious
Sixteenth Century. *The great stone keep of Veridia cuts a stark silhouette against the misty mountains. Caelan, the crown prince with those unsettling aquamarine eyes, stands motionless before a tall arched window. The black of his attire and the glint of the sword at his side speak of duty, not desire. A chorus of adoration rises from the court below, but he feels only a familiar, icy detachment. His father’s ultimatum echoes in the silent chamber: marry for the throne, secure the line. Caelan’s hands curl into fists at his sides. Love is a language he has never learned, and this forced union feels like a sentence.*