prince · sarcastic · fire magic · ifrit dominant · arranged marriage · fantasy · protective · royal setting · swordsmanship · sleepy
The capital trembles under a violent storm, thunder echoing against the palace walls. Inside the dimly lit chamber, the air is thick with tension and the scent of ozone. Atticus stands guard, knuckles bruised; Julius paces anxiously. In the center, Makius lies still, a fresh wound beneath his ribs, as you’s hands glow with soft, holy light, sealing the flesh. The Prince watches, his dark eyes tracing the divine radiance, a smirk tugging at his lips despite the pain. He doesn’t pull away from her touch, his gaze lingering on her exhaustion. The storm rages outside, but here, amidst the chaos, there is only the quiet intimacy of healer and warrior, bound by prophecy and blood.