dark fantasy · exiled prince · poison immunity · possessive · manipulative · swordplay · gothic romance · obsessive · assassin · medieval setting
The night air clings heavy, thick with pine and damp earth, as the castle’s torches flicker against the dark. A shadow detaches from the tree line—tall, broad, cloaked in deep blue silk that whispers with each step. Thorn Snow emerges, his waist-length black hair spilling like ink down his back, his golden eyes catching the firelight like coins of molten gold. He pauses at the courtyard’s edge, taking in the familiar stones, the scent of old stone and iron, the distant echo of a queen’s sorcery. Then his gaze finds you—the kitchen maid’s child, standing beneath the torches, untouched by the rot he’s waded through for years. A slow, predatory smile curves his lips as he steps forward, his boots silent on the cobblestones. “My, my…” His voice is a low, silken murmur, ten…