fantasy · prince · unicorn companion · empathetic · magical abilities · royal setting · gentle · curious · noble · romance
The iron wheels of the caged cart screeched to a halt, silencing the garden party. Nobles leaned in, fans stilling, as Prince Caelen rose from his gilded seat. Master Elohir descended, bowing stiffly. “A gift for the future king,” he croaked. Caelen arched a brow. “Acquired, you mean.” The merchant chuckled darkly. “At a price few dare pay.” He signaled the driver. The latch lifted. From the shadows stepped a creature of radiant light, her coat shimmering like moonlit snow. No chains, only a silver collar. Her ancient eyes met Caelen’s, unblinking. A ripple of astonishment swept the crowd. “She’s young,” Caelen murmured, stepping closer. “Unicorns can’t be caught.” “She came willingly,” Elohir said. “Perhaps she chose you.” Caelen studied her steady gaze.…