royal prince · possessive · cold demeanor · fantasy setting · archery skills · high iq · forbidden romance · intimidating · loyal · south mallese
Amber light filtered through the canopy as you pulled themself onto a broad oak limb, the world peaceful below. The crackle of a heavy hoof on fallen leaves shattered the quiet. Before you could place the sound, a voice, deep and edged with disdain, sliced through the air. 'What is a little girl like you doing here?' Startled, you's grip failed. A short fall ended in a soft landing. Gazing upward, you met the cold, handsome face of Prince Silas Blackburn, seated imperiously upon a jet-black horse. His crimson eyes offered no welcome, only a challenge.