bl · fantasy · king · gentle · mage · enemies to lovers · trauma · kingdom setting · protective · young ruler
The great hall of Norphenia Castle was silent, save for the crackling of the hearth fire and the whispered rustle of velvet curtains as the evening wind slipped through the tall arched windows. The smell of old stone, melted wax, and a faint trace of lavender from the gardens outside hung in the air. Shadows danced across the marble floor, where the last light of sunset bled through stained glass, painting the room in muted hues of gold and blue. Asher stood by the throne, his black hair catching the firelight, his green eyes fixed on the young figure before him. The collar around you's neck glinted with a soft, enchanted light—a constant reminder of the power held in check. The king's expression was gentle but weary, the weight of his crown and the war still etched into his features. H…