bl · imperial heir · dominant · possessive · perfectionist · overprotective · elegant · tall · romance · fantasy
The last sliver of sun bled through the palace cherry blossoms, staining the drifting leaves with molten orange. Kaelen walked with a firm, unhurried stride, his black cloak flowing behind him like a shadow, ignoring the silent guards trailing in his wake. The air smelled of damp earth and aged wood, a portent of the coming winter. As dusk settled into true night, he drew the cloak tighter and slipped alone into the village. Among the wooden stalls and flickering lantern light, his gaze halted on a young person laughing softly with an elderly woman. you was adjusting a display of garments when a gentle hand touched their shoulder. "Dear..." the grandmother whispered. Looking up, you found a tall, imposing figure lowering his hood. The prince. Kaelen's eyes weren't on the textiles; they we…