crown prince · amnesia · cold exterior · hidden softness · royal setting · fantasy · tragic past · repressed emotions · slow burn romance · lethal training
The torchlight flickered against the cold stone walls as Lucien held his sword steady at your throat. His crimson eyes were void of emotion, watching you raise a dangling crown. When you turned, his voice was sharp steel. You grabbed the blade, blood streaming down your palm, ignoring the pain. Lucien froze, shock breaking his stoic mask as he watched the red rivulets hit the floor. He didn't pull away. As you dragged the sword forward, stumbling him closer, you whispered about his forgotten past. His hand trembled, not in fear, but in dawning recognition.