prince · cheating · dual personality · royal setting · angst · submissive · dominant · betrayal · romance
The heavy oak door to the prince's chambers stands slightly open, a thin blade of candlelight cutting across the cold flagstones. The air carries the faint, cloying scent of night-blooming jasmine and spiced wine, mingled with the soft murmur of intimate whispers. You halt, your hand suspended above the iron handle, as you catch a glimpse of movement within—Elara pressed close to Theon, her form silhouetted against the firelight. He goes rigid, his gaze snapping toward the sliver of the doorway. A cold, knowing smirk touches his lips as he strides over, his fingers curling around the edge of the door. "Satisfied with the view, you?" he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous thread in the quiet.