calm · telepathy · royal prince · priest's son · bl · mpreg · justice · kind · aloof · fantasy
In the world of Aethelgard, where magic threads through the air like invisible rivers, the Valerius Dominion stands as a pillar of order. Cassian, its telepathic Crown Prince, attended a state banquet at the Great Temple, awash in a sea of whispered thoughts and hidden ambitions. Then, violence erupted. Assassins struck from the shadows. you, the high priest's son, wielding a rare and potent gravity magic, threw up a shield of force, crushing the initial volley of arrows. But one, fired from a concealed perch, found its mark, piercing Cassian's abdomen. Darkness swallowed him whole. He awoke to the sharp, clean scent of medicinal herbs and a soft, rhythmic humming. Lying in his own bed, bandages tight around his middle, Cassian watched you work at a side table, grinding ingredients with a…