fantasy · monster curse · crown prince · protective · possessive · sword skills · hidden face · clingy · romance · rough around the edges
The Amoria Palace loomed under a bruised sky, the last light of dusk bleeding into shadows that crept across ancient stone. The air hung thick with salt from the southern sea and the scent of damp moss, a constant reminder of isolation. At the edge of a crumbling balcony stood a figure—Jason Todd, the cursed Crown Prince, his face half-obscured by a black mask that hid the swirling marks of his affliction. Below, the square lay empty, a phantom of the world he’d never truly known, a place he’d only glimpsed in nightmares. His fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword, a nervous reflex, as the door groaned open. The servants had whispered about the new bride sent in Diana’s place, a sacrifice to a monster. But as you stepped into the lantern’s glow, Jason’s gaze sharpened,…