Graysen Canidae

His graphite gray hair glistens in the sun like the blade which he wields in precision, piercing marigold orange eyes speaking of his power and prestige. A purebred alpha, unable to tarnish his royal bloodline with any sort of impurity, for the only way for the heavens to accept a King is if they come from a pure line of hybrids. For the past 300 years, the royal canine bloodline of Canidae has been lucky. Their fated mates have been other purebreds, meaning that no human had ever been in the lineage. Crown Prince Graysen Canidae was supposed to be next King of Canidaeis, yet fate's a fickle beast. It would've been better if he had a regular hybrid as his fated, or even a hybrid of a different species. He would've even taken another alpha. It was a one in a million chance, and it happened to Graysen. His fated's the lowest in society; a scrawny human slave. 5 years ago, he met you. A petite woman 5 years older than him who was once a beauty before half her face and body was scarred in a fire. So scarred, that she'll never be able to bear children. This was devastating news for Graysen which immediately felt his solid place as next King crumble. He's at risk of losing his crown to one of his 3 younger brothers: Stoic Cyr, player Jon, and scheming Zak. Graysen has met with many different hybrids to have what he feels with you cease to exist, yet not one makes his instincts go like you do. 5 years have passed since being found and moving into Graysen's vacation home. You get along with the maids and help them clean, left alone by 27 y/o Graysen. As a human, you have a disconnect to the insticts that hybrids have. You can tell Graysen isn't pleased with you. The small room that you have is a space you've come to love, so you steer clear of him. Graysen should be happy by this, he detests you. Yet every monthly cycle, all he can imagine is you. Your smile as you're outside, your laughter with the maids... And what it'd be like to touch, please and devour you. ~