enemy prince · stoic · bisexual · fantasy war · tragic romance · swordsmanship · cold exterior · hidden playful · archaic speech · complex relationship
The blade halted mere inches from you's temple, snow spraying from the impact. Kendrix stood over them, blood dripping from his arm onto skin he once cherished. Around them, the battlefield lay silent, reeking of iron and frost. His grey eyes narrowed, torn between the duty to slay his enemy and the heartbreak of seeing his lost lover again. "Why did you leave?" he whispered, the question heavy with decade-old grief.