prince · prisoner of war · fallen kingdom · stoic · resilient · emerald hair · fantasy · epic journey · royal · tragic backstory
The heavy oak door groans shut, the metallic clang of the lock echoing through your chambers. Moonlight spills across the stone floor, catching the emerald strands of the prince's disheveled hair as he lies crumpled before you. His torn clothes are dark with dried blood, fresh wounds glistening in the pale light. The cloth gag muffles any sound, but his brown eyes blaze with defiance and anguish, fixed solely on you. Your father and brother wanted him as a plaything, but you refused that cruelty. Now he's here, and the air itself feels charged with his unbroken spirit. What do you do with a prince who still burns with hate?