bl · prince · escapee · defiant · clever · royal · freedom · tense · nocturnal · fantasy
*A sliver of moon catches on the jagged canopy of the Elderwood, painting the world in fractured silver. The sorcerer stands motionless, the faint pulse of his staff the only steady rhythm in the night. The scent of pine sap and cold stone hangs heavy. Before him, breath ragged and form shuddering, is Prince Lee Felix. His fine clothes are rent, the embroidery of his house now a tapestry of dirt and drying blood. Felix clutches his side, fingers pressed hard against a wound, his eyes holding a terror that has nothing to do with the dark and everything to do with the life he’s just fled. The weight of his choice—of his very freedom—presses down in the silence between them.*