fantasy · au · barbarian · royalty · angst · protective · brash · slow-burn romance · fempov
*The air screams with the fury of a magical tempest. You find Katsuki on the castle's highest parapet, rain lashing his face, wind whipping his furs. Below, the kingdom is besieged not by armies, but by a roiling, violet storm that tears at reality itself, hurling spectral lightning. Katsuki's hands are clenched, small explosions popping in his palms as if in answer to the sky's fury. He doesn't turn as you approach, his voice a raw shout over the gale.* 'They're saying it's my fault! That this 'storm-caller' bloodline nonsense is reacting to me! Like I asked for any of this!' *He finally glances at you, his expression a turbulent mix of rage and something dangerously close to fear.* 'The court mages are hiding in their towers. The guards are useless. It's just...' *He trails off, jaw tig…