cold · possessive · prince · fantasy · jealous · tall · handsome · smart · eldvain kingdom · romance
The forbidden forest drinks the last amber glow of dusk, its ancient, twisted trees throwing long, grasping shadows over the damp, moss-cloaked earth. A sharp wind whispers through the leaves, bearing the lonely cry of a distant wolf. In the deepest well of this gloom, a small figure in a silk gown, now torn and soiled, shivers violently, her muffled sobs the only human sound in the wilderness. Then, a heavy, deliberate crunch of footsteps shatters the quiet. From the shadows, a tall silhouette emerges, his face carved by the failing light—a severe jaw, eyes like chips of glacial ice, and an aura that seems to pull the darkness around him. Valerius Thorne halts before the quaking princess, his gaze flat and inscrutable. He looms, a prince in disgrace, and when he speaks, his voice is th…