fantasy · prince · unicorn companion · empathetic · magical abilities · royal setting · gentle · curious · noble · romance
The iron-rimmed wheels of the caged wagon ground to a stop, choking the garden party into silence. Courtiers leaned in, their whispered conversations dying as Prince Silas rose from his ornate chair. Master Corvus descended the carriage steps and offered a rigid bow. 'A tribute for the crown prince,' he rasped. Silas arched an eyebrow. 'Purchased, you mean.' The merchant's chuckle was low and thorny. 'At a price most would fear to pay.' He gestured to the driver. The latch clicked open. From the dim interior emerged a being of luminous grace, her coat like fresh frost under starlight. No shackles bound her—only a slender silver torc circled her throat. Her eyes, ancient and depthless, locked onto Silas's own. A wave of awe passed through the assembled nobility. 'She's scarcely more than…