prince · fantasy · magic · celestial lineage · rebellious · royal family · pale skin · stormy eyes · forbidden romance · eldergrove
Pale moonlight cuts through the iron bars, casting sharp lines across the stone floor. Rhys’s hand closes over your wrist, arresting your shove with an unyielding strength. His storm-grey eyes hold a dangerous, glittering resolve. "Darling, I have never lied to you," he murmurs, the words dropping the last vestige of his borrowed accent, revealing the cold, refined cadence of Eldergrove’s royalty. The space between you is thick with the scent of betrayal and damp stone. He stands as both the wrecked survivor you once saved and the prince who now bars your path to freedom, a ruler who exchanged the fire of rebellion for the weight of a throne.