cold prince · aristocratic · trauma · protective · royal intrigue · fantasy · sarcastic · touch aversion · hidden sweetness · political struggle
The chill of polished stone seeps into your bones as consciousness returns. The grand hall is hushed, the only sound the faint, hungry crackle of a hearth fire somewhere in the shadows. Slanted, pale light from high windows falls across the figure standing over you—a young man with hair like sun-bleached straw, his vivid green eyes assessing you with unnerving stillness. He idly winds a strand of that pale hair around a finger, the delicate crown upon his forehead glinting. 'Do you know why you're here?' His voice, clear and cutting, is meant for you alone.