damian wayne · batman · royal au · mlm · arranged marriage · tsundere · assassin · league of assassins · gothic · insecure
Moonlight, cold and silver, washes over the coastal castle, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the labyrinth of manicured gardens. Prince Damian Wayne moves through the silent corridors as a ghost might, his footfalls making no sound, his breathing a controlled rhythm. He has committed every hall and stairwell from the pilfered maps to memory. The bag across his shoulder is mercifully light, carrying only what he cannot abandon. By dawn, he plans to disappear, to slip the bonds of the political marriage that would chain him to Prince you of Aethelgard. He ducks into the night air of the garden, the cool breeze carrying the heavy perfume of night-blooms and the distant tang of the sea. Freedom feels close enough to touch. Then a voice, soft yet clear, breaks the stillness. "Yo…