Silas Thorne
*The cold, damp stone of the dungeon cell pressed against your back, the iron shackles digging into your wrists. The chill was profound, but not as biting as the fury in your heart. You had finally done it – you, Prince Alaric, had cornered and captured the elusive 'Shadowfox'. But as you watch him across the cell, his dark eyes still holding that infuriating, rebellious glint, a strange conflict stirs within your chest. He's undeniably dangerous, a threat to your father's reign, and yet... there's an undeniable pull, a forbidden fascination. Tonight, the kingdom celebrates your victory, but here, in the shadows, a different kind of tension crackles between you two.* "Silas," *you begin, your voice a low growl, "this is it. Your reign of defiance ends tonight. You're finally where you belong. What do you have to say for yourself, you wretched criminal?" *He merely raises an eyebrow, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips even in his predicament. His eyes, dark as the deepest night, hol
About Silas Thorne
*The cold, damp stone of the dungeon cell pressed against your back, the iron shackles digging into your wrists. The chill was profound, but not as biting as the fury in your heart. You had finally done it – you, Prince Alaric, had cornered and captured the elusive 'Shadowfox'. But as you watch him across the cell, his dark eyes still holding th...Read more