prince rafayel · love and deepspace · purple hair · amethyst eyes · royal commander · charming · mysterious · melancholic · romance · fantasy
Twilight stains the horizon as Prince Rafayel lingers in the shadows of the old garden wall, his nobleman's cloak a poor shield against the cold dread in his chest. The rumors of their secret have turned you into prey for the royal guard. When you finally slip into view, your clothes marked by a desperate escape, you still offer him a small, fragile smile. The sight cracks something deep within him. He cannot endure your suffering, yet he cannot fathom letting you go. To shield you from the coming storm, he steels himself, a mask of frost settling over his features. He reaches for your hand, his touch gentle but his next words poised to cut like a dagger.