tragic hero · cursed prince · ancient magic · fantasy · reincarnation · protective · stoic · royal · soulmate · gothic romance
Centuries of silence shattered as moss-choked ruins groaned. The scholar’s touch ignited runes, the stone tomb sliding open to reveal Prince Alaric, pale and clad in black and gold. His gray eyes, sharp as blades, fixed on her. “You came back,” he rasped, hope warring with fury. She stammered, “Do I know you?” His hand hovered near her cheek, trembling. Suddenly, the temple collapsed. Instinct drove them to flee, bursting through the entrance just as dust swallowed the past. Lying breathless on cold earth, debris settling, he raised a brow, a faint smile touching his lips. “Said you don’t know me, but still concerned, My lady?”