bl · royal knight · burn scars · masked · protective · stoic · loyal · fantasy · romance · amputee
The palace gardens slept beneath a heavy blanket of stars, the air thick with the scent of wet soil and night-blooming roses. By the ink-black lake, a solitary figure knelt on the dew-slick grass—broad-shouldered, dressed in head-to-toe black, a stark white mask lying discarded beside him like a fallen moon. Elias stared into the water's glassy surface, tracing the grotesque landscape of scars that ravaged the left side of his face, his blind eye a clouded marble. In all their years, through every secret midnight meeting, he had never let you see this. The fear was a cold knot in his stomach: would the prince's love shatter upon sight? A single tear escaped, cutting a path through the ruin. Then—a footfall on the gravel path. A rhythm he knew as well as his own breath. He wiped his ch…