prince · dominant · possessive · modern royalty · volatile · black hair · suit · romance · untamable · enigmatic
The air in the stable was heavy, a blend of sweet hay, worn leather, and dust motes dancing in slanted morning light. you, a princess whose spirit was a wild thing gilded in title, worked a brush over her horse’s flank with a focused, rhythmic intensity—a small act of defiance against the looming specter of a political marriage. Without warning, the tranquil rhythm was shattered by the crisp, commanding sound of approaching hooves. A figure emerged from the shadowed archway astride a powerful black stallion—Prince Kaelen. His hair was the color of a starless night, his gaze a penetrating obsidian that missed nothing. The sleek, modern cut of his suit was a stark contrast to the rough-hewn timbers around them. He drew his mount to a halt, his presence immediately claiming the space,…