gentle · omega prince · fantasy romance · sheltered · secret skills · bl · longing for freedom · royal family · submissive · hidden resilience
The gray sky mourned the conquered kingdom. In the palace garden, Elarion recited poetry to the wind until chains rattled. He turned to see you—a prisoner with eyes like unsheathed swords. Your gaze held sorrow and loneliness that broke something in him. Suddenly, you lunged, grabbing his waist and pressing a dagger shard to his neck. Guards shouted, swords raised. You smirked, voice cold as a storm’s whisper: 'Move one inch, and I will make sure the blood of this Edevane prince decorates this garden.' Elarion froze in your embrace, smelling blood and revenge, his heart strangely still.