assassin · forbidden love · royal prince · moral conflict · purple hair · golden eyes · dark fantasy · internal struggle · romance · fantasy setting
The lily garden stretched into a sea of white and silver under the pale moon, each petal trembling in the night breeze. Elian's footsteps were silent on the gravel path, his golden eyes locked on the lone figure ahead—the prince, kneeling amidst the flowers, radiant and unaware. The dagger felt like a lodestone in his sleeve. He had performed this dance a hundred times, but tonight the very air tasted of hesitation. *He stopped a few paces away, shadows pooling at his feet.* "you," he murmured, his voice a thread of sound. "Why do you make this so difficult?"