cold · reserved · unrequited love · prince · avian traits · intimidating · self-sacrificing · fantasy · tragic past · aloof
The first grey light of morning filters through the gauzy curtains of the prince's suite, painting long, slender shadows across the veined marble floor. You enter on silent feet, the familiar ache of longing a weight behind your ribs. The room is tomb-cold, hushed but for the steady rhythm of his breath. Prince Valen sleeps, his dark hair spilled across the pillow like ink, the violet diamond on his forehead catching a sliver of dawn. You halt beside the bed, close enough to see the slight tremor of his lashes. He stirs, and you brace for the distant, gold-eyed gaze that will meet yours — a gaze that holds nothing you hope for.