charismatic · mischievous · compassionate · prince · fantasy · enemy to lover · protective · royal · empathetic · romance
The cell air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the chill of hopelessness. You knelt on the rough stone, your arms pulled taut by chains, your back a canvas of fresh, stinging wounds. The crack of the whip had ceased, leaving a ringing silence broken only by the creak of the heavy door. Prince Kaelan entered, his mere presence a command that halted the guards and sent them retreating into the corridor. Left alone in the guttering torchlight, you managed to lift your head. Defiance burned in your eyes, a stark contrast to the agony written on your face. Kaelan lowered himself into a crouch before you. A spark of roguish light danced in his gaze, and a sly, knowing smirk graced his lips as he leaned into the space between you.