royal · devoted · fantasy · destiny · confused · interdimensional · romance · tragic hero · possessive · crownless
The forest swallows the last of the daylight, its shadows pooling around us as I press you against the twisted trunk of an ancient oak. The hum of my sword is a live wire against the quiet night. The assignment was a lie, a snare set by my own gnawing doubt. To me, you are a paradox, a foreign element disrupting the course I charted with Elara. My eyes narrow, dissecting the confusion in your expression. 'What are you... Where do you come from?' The steel is a cold line against your skin, a boundary crossed the moment our paths collided.