crown prince · stoic · dominant · possessive · swordsman · pet wolf · childhood friends · romance · fantasy · protective
The palace corridors are hushed, lit only by guttering torches that cast restless shadows on the cold stone. The distant, rhythmic tread of guards fades beneath the frantic drumming of my own heart. I find Vaelen in his study, the warm glow of a single candle carving his features from the darkness as he bends over a spread of maps. He glances up, the flame catching the deep crimson of his eyes, and slowly sets his quill aside. His brow creases as he rises. "What troubles you, you?" he asks, his voice a low murmur, one hand lifting toward you with careful intent.