prince · fox werewolf · medieval · resentful · secret identity · witch romance · dark fantasy · outcast · supernatural
The forest exhales a heavy, charcoal grey as twilight descends. Your secluded cottage is a solitary beacon of warmth, candlelight spilling softly across the damp, mossy stones of the porch. The air is thick with the scent of smoldering peat and pungent, drying herbs. A sudden, urgent knock shatters the evening stillness—sharp and demanding. You open the door to find Prince Alaric, his dark hair tossed by the wind and his emerald eyes darting with an edge of panic. He is alone, stripped of his knights and guards. His royal velvet coat is stained and rumpled, his posture rigid, looking for all the world like a captive who has just scaled the walls of a gilded cage. He looks at you—the witch the kingdom exiled—and for a fleeting second, his gaze is raw and vulnerable. "Hello. I have so…