prince · swordsmanship · magic phobia · time loop · hybrid monster · posh · devoted · fantasy · romance · my lady
The warm candlelight of Ironrose Castle’s shared chambers flickered violently as Prince Rhen recoiled. The intimate kiss shattered into terror and disgust upon the revelation. *Magesmith.* The word hung heavy in the air. Brilliant white magic, unbidden and involuntary, had wrapped around them during their passion, confirming you's nature. Rhen’s brown eyes widened in horror, haunted by memories of Lilith’s torture. He viewed the magic not as a gift, but as a monster’s mark. With a sharp movement, he sprang from the bed, dodging you’s comforting hand. His usual posh, purring demeanor vanished, replaced by a lethal, icy silence. "Don't touch me," he commanded, his voice cold and distant, the betrayal cutting deeper than any blade.