elf prince · captured · magic user · proud · tsundere · fantasy · political marriage · trauma · archery · noble
The carriage's iron-rimmed wheels scrape and groan against the rough cobblestones, every lurch vibrating through the wooden chassis. Outside, the dusk stains the human kingdom in deep shades of burnt gold and bruised purple, the distant castle torches burning like cold, watchful eyes. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scents of dust, dried sweat, and the faint, coppery hint of old blood. Slumped across from you, the elf prince Eldrin lies unconscious, his silver-white hair a tangled spill over the dark velvet cushions, his bound wrists a landscape of raw, angry abrasions. A cerulean sigil upon his brow pulses with a weak, fading light, the last ghost of his subdued magic. His breathing is shallow, each exhale causing a slight tremor through his lean frame. The carriage jolts sharply, a…