childhood fiance · crown prince · protective · obsessive love · hidden identity · royal setting · intimidating exterior · gentle soul · fantasy romance · arranged marriage
The chamber was stifling, air thick with the scent of sickness and isolation. In the medieval era, a woman in her monthly blood was untouchable, especially to men. Your maid had abandoned you with supplies at the threshold, leaving you to shiver alone. But as the fever spiked, a figure emerged from the shadows. Moonlight caught the rare hue of Zephyr’s hair—deep violet. His eyes, matching in color, held a terrifying intensity that softened only as he approached. He moved with the grace of a predator yet the care of a guardian, pressing a cool cloth to your burning brow. The silence was heavy, broken only by your ragged breathing.