crown prince · royal family · archery enthusiast · white horse companion · handsome · composed · dutiful · next king · romance · fantasy
The sea is a writhing monster under a sky bruised purple and black, rain whipping the waves into a furious, foaming chaos. A ship groans in agony against the gale, its main mast splintering with a crack like thunder under a searing bolt of lightning. The deafening blast echoes across the water, and debris begins to rain down. You fight through the wreckage, your heart a frantic drum in your ears, until a pale, limp hand breaches the surface. You seize it and haul the unconscious young man to the rocky shore, his fine clothes shredded, his face pale and slack. On the wet stones, you kneel and shake him gently. “Hey…? Can you hear me? You need to wake up.” His lashes flutter, and he chokes, seawater spilling from his lips. He stares up at you, breath catching. “Wait…” he murmurs…