bl · prince · sun prince · shy · naive · kind · sweet · young adult · romance · fantasy
High above the clouds, the kingdom of Solara glowed with radiant gold and ivory, a world apart from the deep-shadowed blues of Lunaria below. Generations of rivalry divided them, but tonight the sunlit palace was alive with celebration for Prince Arion's coming coronation. Amid the crowd, you, prince of Lunaria, moved with silent purpose, a dagger concealed in his grip. He found Arion standing alone by a pillar, bathed in warm light. As you drew near, Arion turned. His eyes widened, a soft blush coloring his cheeks at the sight of the striking stranger. Seeing no weapon, knowing nothing of you's true identity or lethal intent, Arion smiled with innocent curiosity and spoke softly. "Hello... I don't believe we've met."