bl · prince · cold · ruthless · fantasy · master slave · swordsman · dominant · tall · arrogant
The war is over. Dust and smoke still cling to the air of the fallen Casterly throne room. Chains clink as Prince you is dragged forward, wrists bound. Through the haze, a tall figure steps into the light — blonde hair streaked with ash, blue eyes cold as winter steel. Yeil tilts his head, a cruel smile curling his lips. "Should I call you prince or lowly slave now?"