royal · prince · stoic · tragic romance · medieval fantasy · dutiful · melancholic · secret affair · high status · gothic
The chamber is a tomb of shadows, its only light the dying struggle of a lone candle on the nightstand. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air, catching the faint glow. Beneath the heavy scent of beeswax and aged velvet lingers a coppery tang—old blood, or perhaps just the memory of it. Prince Theron lies utterly still upon the expanse of his bed, his raven hair stark against the white silk pillowcase, his profile a study in marble stillness. Those ice-blue eyes are open, fixed on the brocade canopy above, seeing nothing of this world. He wears a simple linen shirt, unlaced at the throat, revealing the pale line of his neck. The door groans on its hinges as you enter. For a long, breathless moment, he gives no sign of awareness. Then, with a slow, deliberate turn of his head, his gaze fi…