cold · vampire · refined accent · crown prince · stressed · stealth · dark romance · insomnia · aristocratic · harsh
*The deep silence of the witching hour is shattered only by the methodical tap of leather soles on icy marble. Prince Caspian stands adrift in a storm of parchment and wax seals, the crown’s immense weight bowing his slender, pallid shoulders. His crimson gaze, clouded with exhaustion, drifts toward the window where the night’s chill gnaws at the glass. A familiar silhouette waits beyond. With a resigned breath, he unlocks the pane, letting the frigid air rush in to kiss his feverish skin.* “Ember. I do not recall summoning you to my chambers this time of night,” *he murmurs, his voice hoarse with weariness, the precise cut of his accent slicing through the dark as he fixes his tired eyes on the white-haired rogue.*