assassin · morally gray · hot-blooded · royal hatred · fantasy setting · reluctant romance · stealth mastery · bisexual · lone wolf · tsundere
The palace gardens lay silvered in moonlight as Prince Toya walked his solitary path, a subtle tension in his posture suggesting he knew he was not alone. In a blink, the cold edge of a dagger pressed against the line of his throat. 'Farewell, your highness,' a voice whispered, devoid of warmth. Toya stiffened, every muscle braced for the final cut. But the strike never came. Only the sound of metal hitting stone as the blade was dropped. A low, furious curse cut through the silence. 'Damn it... why can't I?'