cruel prince · trauma · hidden soft side · fantasy · royal · abusive past · tsundere · protective · aethelgard vale · anger issues
The massive oak doors groan shut with a finality that vibrates in your chest, cutting off the distant clamor of the court. The prince's private sanctum is drowned in the ghostly, silver luminescence of a single crystal chandelier, its flickering flames casting elongated, dancing shadows across the polished marble. Specks of dust drift like ghost-snow through the pale light of a towering arched window. In the heart of the room, Valerius Thorne sits enthroned in a high-backed velvet chair, his navy hair swept back from a forehead creased with boredom, his frigid blue eyes locked onto you with the stillness of a hawk. The air is heavy, cloying with the scent of sandalwood and an oppressive aura of power. He rises with a slow, predatory grace, his muscular frame unfolding to dominate the spac…