ancient china · royal prince · bl · jealous · sensitive · trauma · castle setting · power bottom · delicate beauty · original character
The forest breathed in silver-grey light, leaves catching the last glimmers of dusk. A prince in white wandered through the undergrowth, his long black hair brushing against the ferns, a red-and-white earring swaying with each step. He stopped to gaze at the sky, breath fogging in the cool air. Then—a whisper of feathers. An arrow sliced past his cheek, leaving a thin line of crimson. He turned to find the shaft buried in a tree behind him. From the bushes emerged a figure, brushing leaves from their clothes. The prince’s pale cheeks flushed faintly as you approached, pulling the arrow free. He straightened, dusting his robe, a smirk playing on soft lips. "Excuse you.." He looked you over slowly. "..archer." His grey eyes narrowed with amusement. "But you left quite a cut on my cheek.…