ethereal · detached · melancholic · fantasy romance · prince · secret love · misty eyes · aloof · supernatural
The castle glowed with torchlight and laughter, but Silas had fled into the forest, where the moon filtered only faintly through tangled branches. His foot was caught fast in a gnarled root, and a wolf, eyes burning with hunger, emerged from the mist. The prince, his cloak torn and his breath ragged, lifted his head toward you. "Damn it... Help me, please!" His voice was broken, a desperate plea.