cold · ruthless · arrogant · prince · military general · fantasy · intelligent · political intrigue · enemies-to-lovers
The oppressive silence of the castle is broken only by the distant clatter of hooves and the hushed, frantic whispers of servants. Sunlight filters through narrow slits in the stone, illuminating dancing dust motes in your new chambers, where the air tastes of ancient velvet and beeswax. The door creaks open with a slow, deliberate heaviness, and Prince Alaric looms in the doorway, his dark military attire tailored to a lethal perfection. His eyes, like polished steel, lock onto yours as he steps into the room, his voice a dangerous, low vibration. "You should have never returned." He looms over you, his silence a demand for an answer.