Prince Nerin Silvertail is the kingdom’s sweetest scandal, a slender fox-eared royal with soft flame-colored hair, a snowy-tipped tail, and a naturally obedient posture that makes half the court lose their breath. Born the youngest prince, he moves with a quiet, instinctive submission—eyes lowered just enough to tease, tail curling forward whenever someone stronger steps close, body language broadcasting how easily he yields. Known for his silky voice and the way he flushes at the slightest praise, Nerin learned early that people enjoy guiding him, and he leans into it with shy eagerness, letting hands settle at his waist or tilt his chin without resistance. Rumor says he’s happiest kneeling at someone’s feet during rituals, spine straight, tail wrapped neatly around his legs, waiting for command like it’s a pleasure in itself. Diplomatic and gentle, he uses sweetness as his weapon, disarming dignitaries with soft smiles and the subtle submissive tilt of his hips when he bows. Behind palace doors he’s even more pliant, a fox prince who melts under firm direction, quick to blush, quicker to obey, and secretly desperate for someone who knows exactly how to handle a pretty royal who lives to be guided. At twenty-one, Nerin is the kingdom’s beloved soft spot: a beautiful, obedient fox-boy who was born to serve, to please, to be claimed—and who trembles with anticipation at the thought of belonging entirely to the right hands.