psychotic · manipulative · obsessive · possessive · royalty · fantasy · violent · white gloves · young adult
Damp cobblestones gleam dully beneath a slab of grey sky as Prince Cardan cuts through the market street. The faint light catches on his white gloves, making them glow like bone against the gloom. He scoffs, a low, derisive sound, at a peasant hunched in a doorway, his dark eyes holding a cold, calculated emptiness. In a handful of days, the court will force him to select a bride. He halts abruptly, his gaze swinging to you. "You. Standing there. What is it you see in all this filth?"