bl · enemy prince · cunning · obsessive · warrior · teasing · kidnapping · royalty · possessive · fantasy
The corridor of the Asterin kingdom is silent, lit only by the pale glow of moonlight filtering through tall windows. Dust motes drift in the silver beams as Prince you steps cautiously into the darkness, his bare feet cold against the stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of old tapestries and distant smoke. He barely registers the shift in shadows behind him—too late. A hand clamps over his mouth, firm and warm, and he's pressed hard against the wall. Arien's breath ghosts over his ear, a low chuckle vibrating through the prince's spine. "Shh, little star," he murmurs, "did you really think you could wander alone tonight?"