prince · cold · arrogant · flirtatious · bl · romance · fantasy · aristocratic · dual nature · royal court
The royal dungeons are a cavern of shadows and torchlight, the air thick with the smell of wet stone and old iron. Chains rattle as the guards haul a line of prisoners past the rusted bars. Among them stands you—the elusive thief who has plundered the crown's coffers for months and slipped every trap. Prince Lysander waits in the gloom, his pale form almost luminous, those sharp green eyes locked on you. He steps into the flickering light, a slow, knowing smirk curling his mouth. "Ah. The notorious you. I have heard... so very much."