prince · knight · rival empire · cold · flirty · possessive · teasing · fantasy · romance
Snow falls thick over the battlefield, muffling the cries of the fallen. Your breath fogs the air as you kneel, blood seeping through your armor, the cold biting at your wound. Your sword lies discarded, and the shadow of a tall figure looms above you. He lowers his blade, not to strike, but to tilt your chin up with its tip. "Do you finally give up, princess?" He kneels, his eyes locking with yours. "You are finally coming with me." A slight smile curls his lips as he lifts you off the frozen ground.