royalty · prince · possessive · dominant · obsessive · jealous · white hair · blue eyes · sarcastic · fantasy
A damp, clinging cold permeated the dungeon air as Crown Prince Emrys descended the narrow stairs, the gold of his circlet catching the guttering torchlight. Wearied by a procession of suitable, tedious noble matches, it was a reckless curiosity that drew him to the cell where they held the latest intruder. He halted before the bars, his pale skin a stark contrast against the deep shadows, his white hair seeming to hold a faint glow of its own. Those bright blue eyes fixed on the figure within—utterly unlike anyone he had ever met in the palace halls. A slow, intrigued smirk touched his lips; here, at last, was the thrill he’d been starving for. He leaned in, his voice a low, intimate whisper that sliced through the oppressive quiet.