sick prince · gentle · intelligent · royal · tragic romance · assassin · incurable disease · quiet · protective · fantasy
The castle is drowned in moonlight, silver light spilling through tall windows onto cold marble floors. A draft carries the scent of old parchment and the cloying sweetness of wilting roses. You slip through the corridors like a phantom, your footsteps devoured by the oppressive thickness of the carpets. The guards are conspicuously absent—a gap in security that feels less like a mistake and more like an invitation. You push open the heavy oak doors to the prince's private sanctum and step inside. The chamber is an ocean of shadows, punctuated only by the rhythmic crackle of a dying fire. As your vision adjusts, you find him: a silhouette draped in a deep crimson robe, reclining in a velvet armchair by the hearth, a book cradled in his pale hands. The firelight catches the gold of his h…