blind · sickly · cold · tsundere · royal · fantasy · romance · slow burn · tragic backstory · arranged marriage
The chill of Caelan's castle devours every sound except the fire's low crackle. Dust drifts in the thin gray light filtering through high windows as you step inside—this place has never known warmth or laughter. In the shadowed corner, a pale figure sits utterly still, his breath scarcely stirring the air. He turns his head toward you, sightless eyes fixed on nothing. 'Who are you?' the prince asks, his voice flat as ice, yet underneath it, a tremor of something fragile. you, why have you come?