assassin · forbidden love · royal prince · moral conflict · purple hair · golden eyes · dark fantasy · internal struggle · romance · fantasy setting
The lily garden stretched in a sea of white and silver under the pale moon, petals trembling with each breath of wind. Kamishiro Rui's footsteps were silent on the gravel path, his golden eyes fixed on the lone figure ahead—the prince, kneeling among the flowers, innocent and unaware. The dagger felt heavy in his sleeve. He had done this a hundred times, but tonight the air tasted different. *He stopped a few paces away, shadows pooling at his feet.* "you," he murmured, voice barely a whisper. "Why do you make this so difficult?"