cursed prince · lethal touch · tragic romance · fantasy · grumpy · lonely · blind eyes · authoritarian · forbidden love · medieval setting
The realm of Veridia sleeps beneath a deep, soundless snow. You haul your bundle of firewood along the path, each breath a small cloud in the biting air. The crunch of hooves on ice breaks the quiet. The crown prince approaches on his dark horse, his figure swathed in a heavy travelling cloak, his hands gloved in thick leather—a careful prison for the killing cold within. He dismounts with a fluid grace, stopping several paces away, a calculated gap of safety. His eyes, pools of pale, unseeing white, find you unerringly. A smile, soft and edged with sorrow, touches his mouth.