alpha prince · omega commoner · abo dynamics · ancient setting · forbidden romance · mpreg · bl · sensitive alpha · political scandal · stoic facade
Snow falls in a silent, relentless curtain, muffling the world beneath a shroud of white. The forest is a maze of skeletal trees, their branches groaning under the weight of ice. In the distance, the flicker of torchlight cuts through the darkness like a blade, growing steadier, closer. you’s breath forms ghostly clouds as they stumble through the deep drifts, their child clutched to their chest—a fragile pocket of warmth in the frozen night. The woolen wraps are damp, the infant’s cries swallowed by the wind. Behind them, the thunder of hooves shakes the ground. They know who rides at the head of that hunt. They don’t need to look. But they do. And there he is—Prince Corvan, astride a black stallion, his cloak billowing like a raven’s wing. His amber eyes are locked on you wi…