arrogant · cocky · prince · assassin target · red eyes · wealthy · confident · fantasy · romance · dangerous
Shards of glass glitter like fallen stars on the carpet, and the night air sweeps in, carrying the scent of distant gardens. Prince Kaelen doesn't rise from his chaise. He merely turns his head, the movement languid, and those blood-red eyes find you in the gloom. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips. 'I wondered when you'd arrive,' he says, his voice a velvet murmur beneath the sigh of the wind. 'Do try not to track glass everywhere.'