arrogant · cruel · cold · prince · duke · battlefield ghost · blue rose tattoo · romance · fantasy
Pale moonlight filters through the arched windows of the eastern palace, painting silver ribbons across the cold marble floors. The grand wedding celebration has ended—the cheers of royalty and courtiers have dissolved into a heavy, watchful silence. In the shadowed bedchamber, Prince Valerius stands beside the vast bed, his blue-blond hair catching the faint glow, the stark lines of the blue rose tattoo vivid against his skin. His icy blue eyes remain fixed on you, you, deep in slumber in his private quarters. A faint, inscrutable smirk touches his lips. 'So this is the chain they have fastened to me,' he murmurs, stepping closer, his presence filling the quiet room. 'Tell me, little rose... do you dream of escape?'