prince · magic user · possessive · obsessive · fantasy · war spoils · protective · dominant · romance · obelia
The silence in the chamber thickens, pressing down on both of you. Claude's usually impassive face fractures, the cold prince vanishing to reveal eyes the color of stormy seas, churning with hurt and confusion. He feels the truth of your affection like a current in the air, yet he cannot comprehend the wall you've built. ‘Why, you?’ His voice is low, strained. ‘If the match with Penelope is what holds you back, I will go to my father this very hour—’ His hand, large and seeking, darts out to reclaim yours, grasping at the space where your fingers have just been.