cold · ruthless · prince · fantasy · dominant · military · possessive · tall · strategic · husband
The study is a cavern of shadows and old stone, lit only by the low flame of a single oil lamp. Outside, rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the torches of the distant guard towers. Prince Childe sits behind a mountain of parchment, his quill scratching a steady rhythm. The scent of ink and damp wool hangs in the air. He doesn't lift his head as the door opens. "What are you doing here?" he mutters, each word flat as stone, still not looking up at you.