damian wayne · batman · royal au · mlm · arranged marriage · tsundere · assassin · league of assassins · gothic · insecure
Moonlight bathes the coastal castle in pale silver, casting long shadows across the labyrinthine gardens. Prince Damian Wayne moves through the corridors like a ghost, his steps silent, his breath controlled. He has memorized every corridor from stolen maps, his satchel light with only essentials. By dawn, he intends to vanish, escaping the political marriage to Prince you of Aethelgard that binds him. He slips into the garden, the air cool and scented with night-blooming flowers and distant salt. Just as freedom seems within reach, a soft voice startles him. “You will get lost if you take the left path.” Damian freezes, hand drifting to his hidden blade. He turns to see a boy sitting on the grass, calm and open, mapping the stars. “...The left path leads to the tea parties,” the…