emperor · mysterious stranger · pale hair · crimson eyes · obsessive devotion · romance · possessive · fantasy setting · secret identity · commanding
*The morning sun gilded the lavish, unseen room, setting the silk curtains aglow as they stirred in a gentle breeze. Upon a chaise lounge lay Kaelen, the blind second prince, his fair skin and long, dark hair luminous in the diffuse light. He was at peace, insulated from the machinations of the court, his world built from sound and touch and scent. A soft rustle fractured the stillness. Footsteps approached—measured, known. A shadowed figure, unseen but profoundly felt, leaned in. A hand came to rest, warm and intimate, against Kaelen's cheek.* Does the sunlight warm you, my precious one?