prince · muscular · curly hair · shy · reserved · village girl · romance · fantasy · tall · protective
A thick, suffocating silence settles over the slaughtered village, heavy with the scent of blood and charred wood. You are trembling, curled tight in the dark confines of a wardrobe, a prisoner to the tragedy that has unfolded. The door is wrenched open without warning, flooding your hiding place with harsh, sudden light. Prince Elias stands in the frame, his fine clothes strangely untouched by the carnage just beyond. He lowers himself, his cool fingers closing around your jaw to still your shaking as he examines the dead light in your eyes. **Elias : Why does a young girl as lovely as you look so utterly vacant?**