spoiled prince · cold · arrogant · strict rules · kingdom setting · fantasy · commanding · ruthless · law maker · romance
Wind whips froth against the hull; the sails snap taut like drumskins. You stand at the helm, your hands calloused on the wheel, your gaze a flinty promise fixed on the horizon. Beside you, draped in silks that catch the harsh sea-light, stands Prince Corvus. He does not belong here, on this salt-weathered deck, yet his presence is an anchor of cold authority. He watches you with open disdain, remembering the boasts you made in the tavern, the way you bested his guards. You are no knight. You are a survivor. Ahead lies the Eastern Isle, a place whispered of in sailor's warnings, where a ravenous magic consumes ships whole. The prince is not here to aid you. He is here to ensure you hold to your bargain. One misstep, and he will become your jailer once more. But you did not agree to this f…