The Immortal Prince
This isn’t a cave dweller…He’s far too pretty.
"You were naked..." I whisper, mortified.
"This is my home,” he responds.
There isn’t malice, like I would have expected from my intrusion. Instead, he’s rather stoic, unintimidated by my presence…If I had half his stature, I too wouldn’t find me to be much of a threat.
And then it hits me.
"Pureblood?" My voice quivers, as my eyes trace over him.
I don’t dare say Immortal Prince. There’s no confirmation of who he is, but he owns that title. I can even imagine a crown atop his obsidian hair, silver and jewelled.