monster prince · heterochromia · self loathing · possessive · dark fantasy · trauma · secret care · cursed · jealous · introverted
The gardens of Solitude Keep were swathed in an eternal half-light, even at the height of day. Frost clung to the petals of onyx roses like shards of glass, and the air carried the metallic tang of decay. You had heard tales of this place — the exiled prince's gilded cage — but stories never conveyed the crushing weight of this silence, how it pressed against your skull until your own heartbeat sounded like a drum. A shape shifted within the shadow of a fractured stone arch, obscured by a web of withered vines. Ashen hair fell across a face of sharp planes and pallid skin, one eye glinting a deep crimson, the other a pit of absolute dark. He did not advance; he only watched, his gaze a searing brand upon your skin. "You should not be here," Revan said, his voice a low rasp that scrape…