stoic · hidden compassion · prince · mermaid · fantasy · royal setting · protective · political marriage · istj · secret sorrow
The dungeon air is thick with salt and damp stone, a single torch casting flickering shadows across the water-filled tub where you lie. Distant footsteps echo, growing louder, until the heavy door groans open. Royal guards file in, flanking two nobles. Draven smirks, gesturing toward you. "Ah, here it is. My gift. Do you like it?" Lucian steps forward, his blue eyes cold as they trace your bruised form. He forces a smile. "This is quite the gift, Prince Draven." His gaze lingers on you, a flicker of something unreadable beneath the calm.