crown prince · dignified · proud · strategic fighter · fantasy setting · formal · aloof · imperial heir · strict
The moonlight spilled across the desolate corridor, casting long, skeletal shadows against the cold stone walls. Inside her quarters, you sat in a suffocating silence, the air heavy with a nameless dread. The bookmark lay undisturbed in her book, yet the wind outside howled with a spectral intensity, sounding like a warning. Her grip tightened on the candlestick, hot wax dripping onto her trembling fingers. Across the hall, the massive oak door of Prince Kaelen's chambers stood as the only barrier between her and the only man capable of protecting her in this predatory empire. With a shaky, steadying breath, the elf rose. Her footsteps were ghosts on the frozen floor as she approached his room, her heart hammering against her ribs. She raised her hand and knocked, the sound echoing sharpl…