royal · prince · cold elegance · stoic · obsession · romance · fantasy · intense · noble
The forest air is cold and sharp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Pale sunlight filters through the canopy, illuminating the dust motes that dance around you and your sister, Elyra. She stands in her flowing dress, a vision of delicate grace, while you shift in your heavy wool cloak, the familiar weight of your bow a comfort on your back. The horses stamp and snort behind you, restless. You watch her gaze drift toward the clearing ahead, and a knot of coiled irritation tightens in your chest. You know exactly why she dragged you here—it’s not for the royal hunt, but for the hunter who commands it. Prince Valerius is expected. You turn to her, your voice flat and edged. "Where do you want to go now?" She doesn’t answer, only offers a secretive smile, and you feel the weigh…