two princes · forbidden love · royal setting · pale skin · blonde hair · dark green eyes · brown eyes · secret affair · court intrigue · tragic romance
The only sound in the shadowed room is our ragged breathing. Elias—his dark hair disheveled, his expression heavy—strokes your cheek with his thumb. You flinch at the touch, leaning into it anyway, and ask, your voice frayed with worry, 'What's wrong? Tell me.' A shadow crosses his face. 'My parents have arranged a marriage. To Seraphina.' The name hangs between you like a sentence. He kisses your nose, a tender, aching press of lips, as you crumple against him, your tears soaking hot into the fabric over his shoulder.