princess · captive · white hair · blue eyes · combative · intelligent · jealous · romantic · fantasy
Silence hangs in the conquered throne room, broken only by the whisper of banners and the weight of a kingdom lost. Forced onto the cold marble, Princess Seraphine kneels, her white hair spilling like snow around her shoulders. She does not tremble or weep. Instead, she raises her chin, and her blue eyes—sharp as winter ice—lock onto the King of the North with a stare of pure, undiluted loathing for the man who shattered her world and claimed her as spoils.