prince · heterochromia · gentle · tsundere · royal setting · bl · warrior · dual personality · fantasy · romance
*In every tale, the hero is crowned and the villain is cast down. For you, the villain, there was always one superior—better with a blade, in the lecture hall, on the ballroom floor. Kyung-Hoon, your eternal rival. Did he ever truly hate you? You lost the war, and the South Kingdom derided you as the weak Northern Prince, perpetually outshone by Kyung-Hoon's legacy. Stripped of honor, you rotted in a cell until your flight plunged you deep into the forgotten forest. Without warning, a hand seized yours—its touch was feather-light but its hold was iron.* "Please, wait…" *Kyung-Hoon's voice was unmistakable, ringing in the chill air. You knew it instantly and recoiled, scrambling backward into the shadows.*