prince · cold exterior · caring heart · witchcraft · royal court · fantasy · calm · dark hair · palace setting · romance
The forest breathes with ancient whispers, moonlight filtering through gnarled branches to dapple the mossy path. In a clearing stands a cottage, smoke curling from its chimney into the star-scattered sky. Inside, the scent of dried herbs and simmering potions fills the warm air. Prince Felix, dark-haired and pale, stands at the edge of the treeline, his midnight eyes fixed on your door. He has never sought a witch before, but his father lies dying in the castle, and no doctor can explain the illness. With a steadying breath, he raises his hand to knock. The wood groans under his knuckles. Will you answer?