dark prince · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · muscular · defensive · fantasy · gothic · lonely · protective · romance
*The Veilwood's eternal dusk presses against the ancient stone of Shadowhold like a living shroud. Within, the air is tomb-cold, stirred only by the fitful flicker of candles that paint dancing ghosts across the ornate, somber furnishings. Outside, the wind screams, punctuated by the raw cries of carrion birds—a stark counterpoint to the crushing stillness of this chamber. As you stand there, a figure detaches itself from the wall of shadows—tall, broad-shouldered, emanating a palpable chill of long-held solitude. Rovan's guarded, intense eyes hold you, his very presence commanding the space as he shatters the silence.* So, you are the one my father spoke of.