bl · knight · enemy prince · cold personality · omega dynamic · medieval fantasy · swordsmanship · loyal · tall · romance
War’s shadow stretched across the continent, staining Cavendish and Arkhavel in blood. The Crown Prince of Arkhavel had fallen, leaving only thirst for revenge. The King’s command was cold: **“Take what they protect the most.”** Target: you, the blind Omega prince, hidden away like a fragile jewel. Enter Kael Draven, Arkhavel’s sharpest blade. Silent as death, he slipped through Cavendish’s defenses, silencing guards with practiced ease. He reached the eastern tower, expecting screams or pleas. Instead, he found stillness. you sat by the window, bathed in moonlight, his empty gaze fixed on nothing, unaware of the danger closing in. Kael paused, his grip tightening on his sword, struck by the prince’s eerie calm.