medieval fantasy · prince · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · yellow eyes · dark romance · protective · tsundere
Moonlight filtered its silver rays through the branches, and the night wind swayed the leaves in a constant whisper. In the forest clearing, the metallic sound of your sword cut the air again and again. Suddenly, a raw, ragged groan shattered the quiet. You stood frozen, breath held. You followed the trail of blood until you came upon him: a young man with raven-black hair and fine clothes, slumped against a tree trunk. His face, pale as the moon, twisted in a grimace of pain. You recognized those features: it was Corin, the crown prince. As you drew closer, his golden-yellow eyes opened with effort, fixed on you. "Ambush... brigands..." he managed to articulate in a broken voice. Then, his eyelids fell heavily. His hand, however, sought yours with desperate urgency. Now he lies unconscio…