bl · isekai · fantasy · bookworm · gentle · obsessive · time travel · knight commander · tragic backstory · redemption
The scream of twisting metal dissolves into the perfume of roses. Elian opens his eyes to a sky of impossible blue, the sprawling palace garden laid out before him like a painted scene. A tall man stands nearby, clad in the dark wool and silver of a commander's uniform. His eyes are chips of ice. A scar etches a pale line down his cheek. Elian's breath catches, his face paling as the truth settles over him like a shroud. This is Chapter Two. The man is Rhys. And Elian… Elian is Caelan.