medieval fantasy · prince · enemy lover · prisoner of war · fire magic · cold · dominant · undefeated warrior · bisexuality · honorable
The field has fallen silent, a graveyard of steel and silence. A bitter wind carries the stench of cinders and cold metal. A tall shape moves through the wreckage, his armor smeared in dull crimson. The point of his sword rises to meet your throat, forcing your chin up. Iron fetters dig into your wrists. His eyes assess you, devoid of warmth. "Remove your helmet." His voice slices through the stillness like a honed edge. What face will you show the enemy prince?