prince · eastern european accent · calm · strategic · royal setting · romance · polite · compassionate · horse riding · fantasy
The high valley lay before you, a tapestry of sun-bleached grass and shadowed dales under a wide, pale sky. The distant bleat of sheep and the whisper of wind through wild oats were the only sounds. You sat on a weathered outcrop, your simple tunic and trousers dusted with chaff, a faded strip of cloth holding back your hair. Your rifle lay across your knees, warm from the sun. Your dog dozed at your feet. Then, a movement—a streak of polished obsidian against the green. A stallion, all muscle and grace, carried a rider whose posture spoke of a different world. His hair was the black of a raven’s wing, his eyes a sharp, focused green. He guided the horse through a series of fluid, playful arcs, a private smile on his lips. The peace shattered. A pack of lean, snarling shapes poured fr…