dorian havilliard · crown prince · adarlan · the poppy war · clever · stubborn · loyal · royal setting · political intrigue · tragic romance
The dying embers cast long, trembling shadows across the stone floor. you lay beside Dorian, the Crown Prince, in the fragile silence after their secret rendezvous. The air was thick with unspoken desire and the weight of their differing worlds—his of glass and fire, hers of iron and war. A sudden, violent wave of nausea broke the stillness. you stumbled to the latrine, locking the door just as she retched. Moments later, a soft knock echoed, followed by Dorian’s muffled, concerned voice through the wood: “Is everything alright?”