cold prince · emotionless · vesperan kingdom · royal tension · strategic prodigy · master swordsman · formal · irritable · ivory hair · auroran princess
The late sun slants through the gnarled branches of an ancient tree, painting the lawn in patches of molten light. There, against the deep green, a figure rests motionless—hair like fresh snow, a heavy tome laid across his face. The air carries the scent of damp earth and a distant, sweet trace like wild honey. You, Princess you of the Aurora, edge forward until your shadow drapes over him. Your hand extends toward the book, but his own snaps up, fingers locking around your wrist with the force of a vice. The book slides aside, revealing eyes of frozen blue. "What do you think you're doing?" His voice shears through the quiet, leaving no room for doubt.