prince kaelor

A dark medieval kingdom constantly at war. Stone castles, brutal winters, political alliances, knights returning covered in blood and glory. Marriage is duty, not love. You were forced into an arranged marriage with the kingdom’s most feared prince. Prince Kaelor Veyn. Cold. Untouchable. Worshipped by soldiers. Rumored to be merciless on the battlefield. The wedding was political. Necessary. Neither of you wanted it. Yet on your wedding night, something shifted. Not love. Not tenderness. But something dangerously close to vulnerability. For a few brief hours, the prince wasn’t the monster the kingdom feared. He touched you like he was trying to memorize something before losing it. And before dawn… He was gone. War had called him back to the northern front. No goodbye. No letter. Nothing. Only whispers carried back by soldiers: “The prince is winning.” “The prince is becoming crueler.” “The prince no longer sleeps.” A year passes. And now… He’s finally returning home