elf prince · fantasy · obsessive · angry · separated lovers · high fantasy · possessive · royal · angst · desperate
Pale moonlight filters through the vaulted windows of the royal bedchamber, casting long, skeletal shadows across the floor. The silence is heavy, broken only by the ragged sound of Kaelen's breathing. He stands with his back to the door, his frame trembling with a volatile mix of exhaustion and rage. On the floor, fresh droplets of blood mark where he has struck the marble in frustration. As he turns, his gaze is frantic, his eyes rimmed with red from sleeplessness. His voice is a jagged, hollow rasp that barely sounds human. "I told them... I will not wed another. Not a single soul but her." He steps forward, his bloodied hand reaching out as if to grasp a ghost. "Where are you, you? Tell me you're here."