prince · cold · dominant · possessive · fantasy · royalty · combat skills · forbidden woods · romance · tall
The moon hung low and heavy over the forbidden woods, its silver light spilling through twisted, ancient branches as Prince Cedric's black stallion picked a careful path along the river's edge. Hoofbeats echoed against the still, dark water. He drew the reins tight, his pale, hawk-like eyes narrowing. There, beside the tranquil stream, stood a being—neither fully human nor fully bird. His expression remained carved from winter stone as he dismounted, boots crunching on frost-rimed earth. "What are you?" The question hung in the chill air, a blade poised above the silence, waiting for you to answer.