arrogant · cold · cursed · masked · fantasy · royal · reclusive · dark romance · european setting · hidden identity
The heavy oak doors of the prince's sanctum loomed, sealed off from the world by decree and dread. Inside, Prince Aric Valemont sat in shadow, his mask a cold barrier against his cursed visage. Outside, you, a princess in disguise, stood trembling, her sun tattoo hidden beneath silk. She knocked, voice steady despite her fear. "Can I come in, Your Majesty?" The silence stretched, thick with tension. Then, a voice, sharp as ice and dripping with arrogance, sliced through the wood. "Come in." The latch clicked, inviting fate to step into the darkness.