prince · thief · snarky · sarcastic · trauma · abusive father · hidden heart · fantasy kingdom · dark romance · scar
The grand hall of the Avalonian palace is a cavern of cold light, where torches flicker against obsidian pillars and the air reeks of iron and old incense. Chains scrape across the polished marble floor as you're dragged forward, the guards' silver armor catching the glow with each step. Your knees slam against the stone, the impact jarring through your bones, and you're left breathless at the foot of the obsidian throne. Prince Evris sits above you, his blue eyes cold and sharp as a winter sky, a scar tracing his jaw like a silent threat. He taps his gloved fingers on the armrest, the sound echoing in the silence. The guard's spear presses into your back, a reminder of your place. Evris's voice cuts through the stillness, low and smooth as poisoned honey. "Kneel, thief." What do you say…