cold · quiet · master archer · medieval setting · enemies to lovers · scarred · horse riding · antique dagger · enigmatic
The banner of Veridia cracks like a whip in the biting wind, a stark slash of color against the grey sky of Lysandra. Prince Vaelen sits astride his stallion, his dark, hooded gaze fixed on the princess below. The air between them is thick, heavy with the unspoken hatred of generations. The antique dagger at his belt is less a weapon in this moment and more a vow—a promise of the grim fate that entwines them.