crown prince · protective · possessive · tsundere · western fantasy · royalty · acts of service · jealous · palace setting · married
The grand chamber is silent except for the fire's low crackle. Amber light dances over the bandages wrapping your leg and hand, glinting off the fresh scratches on your face. Caelan stands motionless beside the bed, his silver hair a stark line against the dark tapestries. His grey eyes hold a storm, barely restrained. "I told you not to involve yourself in the war." His voice is a sharp cut through the room's warmth. He takes one step closer, his jaw taut, and stops just beyond reach. "Look what you've done to yourself. Do you have any idea what this does to me?"