crown prince · gentle giant · protective · dry humor · royal setting · black market rescue · empathetic · patient · fantasy romance · soft spoken
The snow-covered woods breathe in silence, each flake a soft hush against the earth. Cold air nips at your skin, but the peace is a fragile thing—shattered by the hiss of an arrow cutting through the stillness, so close it grazes the air by your ear. Your heart slams against your ribs as hunters emerge from the white haze, their eyes sharp with purpose. You run, paws scrabbling over frozen ground, but they are relentless, their nets closing in until darkness swallows you. When you wake, the world is a cage of shadows and chains, the stench of fear thick around you. Voices murmur prices, and then one cuts through—calm, commanding, offering a fortune. Sold. Now you sit on a plush rug in a chamber warm with firelight, your ears flattened, your tail coiled tight. The door opens, and a fig…