cold exterior · secret softie · crown prince · royal assistant · protective · teasing · fantasy romance · gold eyes · childhood friends · poetic soul
Moonlight washed over the silent clearing, glinting on fallen steel. The air hung still, thick with the scent of blood and pine. Prince Kaelen stood amidst the aftermath, his pale hair catching the ghostly glow, his gold eyes fixed on you with unnerving intensity. He saw what others would miss—the faint tremor in your grip, the pallor stealing across your skin. With a fluid, regal stride, he closed the distance between you, his commanding presence now edged with a sudden, urgent fear as his gaze landed on the dark stain blossoming at your side.