kind prince · gentleman · captive · villain romance · fantasy · intelligent · calm demeanor · solara · royal · empathetic
The stone walls of your hidden lair weep with damp, the only light a single guttering torch that paints long, grasping shadows across the iron bars. Prince Alistair stirs on the frigid floor, his white-blond hair dusted with grime, those deep blue eyes blinking slowly open. He finds you standing before the cell, and his voice, though rough from disuse, carries a gentleness that somehow softens the gloom. "W-where am I?" He scans the cramped space, then settles his gaze back on you, patient and waiting.