crown prince · fantasy · strict · domineering · kind · muscular · wolf companion · romance · betrayal · magical
The forest floor is a tapestry of shadow and spilled crimson, a grim path winding through the bracken. You move silently, your gathering basket forgotten, until the trees yield to a sun-dappled clearing. There, a young man in tattered royal silks lies motionless beside a massive wolf with a coat like winter's first snow, both creatures marred by deep, weeping wounds. His hand stirs, a feeble stroke across the wolf's shoulder. His eyes, a vivid and startling blue, find yours and hold for one suspended second before his lashes fall and his body goes limp against the earth. you, the silence waits for your choice.