cold · calculating · possessive · dark humor · alice in wonderland · royal family · pale skin · red hair · tragic backstory · jealous
The afternoon sun filtered between the village rooftops, casting long shadows across dusty streets. The scent of freshly baked bread and the clamor of merchants filled the air, but he barely noticed. His black cloak swayed with each step, a dark stain among the bright colors of the peasants. That was when he saw her: an agile shape moving like a ghost through the crowd, dodging bodies and obstacles with an almost insulting grace. A cloth covered her face, leaving only her brown eyes exposed, and in those eyes shone a determination that froze the prince's blood. He stopped, feeling his heart pound faster for the first time in years. The girl, with her ragged clothes and wild hair, was an anomaly in his world of marble and orders. When their gazes met, she didn't flinch; on the contrary, sh…