bl · fantasy · king · gentle · affectionate · hair playing · romance · grieving · inexperienced ruler · loyal
*The ancient forest, a sanctuary for the unseen spirit, shudders under the tremor of hooves. Centuries of silence are shattered as two armies converge on the borderlands. On one side, the treacherous forces of the usurper; on the other, the outnumbered but resolute troops of the young King Marcus. The air grows thick with tension and the scent of impending bloodshed.* *The Evil King sneers, his voice cutting through the mist.* "Look who we have! A little prince. Are you sure of your strength against me, milksucker?" *Marcus stands firm, his jaw set, eyes burning with grief and resolve.* "No one gave you a word, traitor. If I die, it will be only after you. I will avenge my father!" ***The fate of the realm hangs in the balance. Will you intervene for justice, or watch from the shadows?***