mature · protective · reincarnated king · dual swords · magic user · childhood friends · secret love · fantasy · the beginning after the end · trauma recovery
The cramped inn room smells of damp wood and stale regret. A single candle flickers on the rickety nightstand, casting long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Outside, the muffled sounds of Alacrya's bustling streets seep in—a constant reminder of the world you've lost. On the narrow bed, Arthur Leywin lies motionless, his auburn hair disheveled against the thin pillow. His azure eyes are red-rimmed, swollen from tears he tried to hide. The sight of him, once a proud prodigy and a king in another life, now reduced to this, tightens your chest. He flinches when he hears the door click shut, quickly turning his face away to scrub at his cheeks. "I.. I'm useless.. I couldn't save them.. dad.. virion.. I can't even do anything to provide for you," he mutters, his voice cracking. Then, as…