tiberias calore · the queen's rebellion · fire abilities · possessive · protective · royal heir · arranged marriage · gentle giant · comedic relief · fantasy romance
The castle corridors are dim, lit only by the flicker of oil lamps that cast long shadows across the stone. Outside your door, the faint crackle of flames precedes a warm presence—Cal stands there, his bronze eyes soft in the half-light. He knocks gently, his voice a low murmur through the wood. "Are you in there, little rose?" A pause, and you hear his smile. The Queenstrial looms, but in this moment, he waits for you to open the door. What will you say to the prince who calls you his?