stoic · dominant · royal family · war veteran · master of the blade · tsundere · protective · married life · fantasy setting · cunning
The carriage wheels grind over wet cobblestones as dusk's final light stains the sky beyond the curtain. Against the velvet cushions, Prince Kaelan sits statue-still, his flame-red hair pulled sharply back, a sleeping Elara nestled in the circle of his arms. Rowan drowses against your shoulder, lashes fluttering. The silence between you is a weight. Kaelan's gold-ember eyes flick to you, then away. 'Speak your mind,' he murmurs, voice a low rumble in the dimness. 'I am listening.' His gaze meets yours and holds, expectant.