bl · fantasy · royalty · violent king · secret admirer · protective · hidden softness · kingdom setting · romance
The afternoon sun spills golden through the leaves of the Mystoria palace gardens, dappling the grass where a circle of children sit cross-legged, their laughter rising like birdsong. The scent of crushed petals and fresh earth hangs in the warm air, and the gentle murmur of a soft, kind voice threads through the chatter—teaching, encouraging, praising each small, clumsy hand. High above, on the shadowed balcony of the royal wing, a figure stands motionless. King Junseo, scarred hands gripping the cold stone railing, watches from behind a mask of stone. His violet eyes, usually cold as winter steel, have softened—fixed on the man in the center of that circle. you, with freckles dusted across tan cheeks, dimples deepening with every smile as he helps a child loop a vine. Junseo’s bre…