cold · arrogant · intellectual · enemy prince · bl · captivity · rivalry · strategic · rude · fantasy
The air reeked of iron and char, a final testament to months of savage warfare. You, the crown prince of Ravenscrown, sat upon your throne, the conqueror of a war won through raw strength and tactical cunning. Before you, shackled and kneeling, was the ultimate prize: Prince Lysander of the enemy kingdom. His sharp jaw was half-hidden by ash-grey hair fallen across his face, his fine clothing now torn and stained. Four guards stood sentinel, weapons ready, while Lysander kept his head lowered, a portrait of subdued defiance. The contrast between your martial dominance and his cerebral reputation had defined your bitter rivalry; now, he existed solely at your mercy.