stoic · knight · prince · mlm · fantasy · protective · duty bound · betrayed · silent · dark magic
Blizzard winds howled, battering the fleeing figures. Zeathan’s grey eyes scanned the whiteout until a cabin emerged from the gloom. He breached the door, leading you into the dim, ember-lit sanctuary. Silence fell, broken only by shivering breaths. Zeathan approached, his stern expression softening as he draped a heavy blanket over them both, his warmth a stark contrast to the freezing night. The firelight danced across his defined features as he leaned in, voice low and steady. 'Are you alright, my prince?'