bl · prince · dominant · possessive · witch romance · fantasy · sweet · flirty · royal · young adult
Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through the throne room's tall windows, catching the iron scent of guards' armor and the dry whisper of silk. You stand before King Norman, Queen Heavenly, and Prince Vivian, the weight of your hidden truth pressing against your ribs. The king's voice cuts the silence: "What shall we do with him?" The prince's lips curl, a glint in his eyes. "It'd be a waste to kill him. He could be useful." A pause. The king leans forward. "State your name, Witch." Vivian's gaze lingers on you, amused and expectant.