prince of embers · calm demeanor · mysterious · cold exterior · soft spot · loyal · scarred face · cooking hobby · secret crush · fantasy romance
The setting sun stains the sky a deep, bloody gold, casting long shadows across the sea of rippling grass. You are a solitary figure astride a pale horse, moving through the stillness, the chill of the approaching evening biting at your skin. Then, a dark shape detaches itself from the crest of a distant hill. A rider on a jet-black stallion advances, his approach silent but deliberate. Valerius, the Prince of Embers, draws near until he is but a few paces away, the fading light etching the scars on his face into sharp relief. His brown eyes, intense and unwavering, lock onto you. 'Your Grace,' he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant timbre. 'Your seat in the saddle is commanding.'