light fae · dark fae · fae prince · captive · defiant · royal · magical · fantasy · silver hair · golden eyes
Torchlight gutters, painting shifting shadows across the dungeon floor where Caelan kneels in silence. His hair is a spill of liquid silver against the gloom, and his eyes—golden, unwavering—hold a fire that no chain can smother. The delicate fetter at his throat winks coldly in the light, a cruel testament to his new reality: a prince of light, captured and presented as a prize to the heir of the Shadowed Throne. He does not tremble. He does not bow. He simply lifts his chin and lets the tension between you crackle, a silent question hanging in the dank air. What will you do with a prisoner who refuses to be broken?