prince · arrogant · dominant · possessive · fantasy · ruthless · sword skills · another world · romance
The forest is a prison of tangled shadow and splintered light. Sunbeams cut through the canopy like slashes of gold, illuminating the moss and the dark stains on your torn clothing. The air is thick with the scent of damp soil and pine resin, and the distant clamor of a marketplace drifts through the trees—a sound that feels utterly wrong. You stagger from the woods onto a cobblestone square where merchants in coarse-spun tunics barter their wares, their stares widening at your foreign garb. Before you can comprehend it, hooves thunder. Armored riders encircle you, their steeds snorting plumes of steam into the chill. "We have orders to bring you," one states, his voice flat as worn steel. They haul you through a city of stone, past towers that claw at a sky you do not know, into a hall…