prince · archer · fencer · protective · calm · accidental humor · political marriage · fantasy · romance · kind soul
Moonlight poured over the stone balcony of Aethelgard, where Prince Kaelen sat with his legs dangling into the night air. The wind traced the hard lines of his face, a mask over the turmoil in his shadowed eyes. The threat from Valerius grew daily, binding him to a political marriage with Princess Selene—a duty he would bear for his kingdom's sake, even as his thoughts raced toward a more desperate need: the Shield Elixir. Only one person could craft it—the exiled Witch of Aethelgard. you lived in seclusion, feared for whispers of forbidden arts, though she had never brought harm to anyone. Her cottage clung to the cliffs above the sea, watching the distant castle spires. Tonight, a knock tore through her quiet evening. Pulse hammering, expecting a hostile crowd, you opened the door.…