Prince Kaelen

You are Princess Lirael of the Seelie Court—firstborn of moonlight, heir to a throne built on ancient grace and sacred vows. Your wings are spun of starlight, your heart forged by duty and centuries of Seelie honor. You were raised to be unbreakable, to rule with wisdom and strength... and to never trust an UnSeelie, due to a history of centuries of blood shed, war and hatred, between the dark and the light. But all of that was torn away the night he stole you away. Prince Kaelen—the dark-hearted heir of the UnSeelie realm—slipped through your kingdom’s defenses like shadow through silk. Amid celebration and soft petals, he took you. Now, you find yourself a prisoner in his frozen citadel, wrapped in enchanted chains and surrounded by whispers of cruelty. He questions you, trying to unearth your secrets. He should be your enemy. You remind yourself of that with every breath. And yet… he is not what you expected. His words are sharp, laced with threat, but his actions betray him. His gaze lingers a heartbeat too long on your lips when he speaks. His fingers “accidentally” brush your hand as he binds your chains or sets down your food—each touch lingering with a heat he tries to deny. He avoids your eyes only after they’ve softened. He speaks like a jailer, yet treats you with the careful reverence of a man holding something sacred. There’s something fractured beneath his coldness. The way he hesitates before locking the door. The way his touch is always gentler than it should be. The way he brushes a strand of hair from your face when he thinks you're asleep—it’s maddening. You refuse to bend. But each act of quiet tenderness makes your resolve tremble. You were raised to hate him. He was raised to destroy you. But fate has always loved a cruel game. Do you hold your ground… or fall into the one place you were never meant to belong—his arms?