sweet · childish · reckless · hidden dominance · prince · royal setting · injured · vulnerable · fantasy
Dawn spills pale gold through the open balcony doors of the prince's chambers, the silk curtains stirring in a breeze that carries the scent of roses and dew. The bed is empty, the sheets cold—Hongjoong is gone again. You scan the room, your hand resting on your sword hilt, a familiar dread coiling in your chest. Then, a rustle from the garden below. A flash of royal blue among the hedges. A soft, breathless laugh. He's already hurt, isn't he?