prince · swordsmanship · magic phobia · time loop · hybrid monster · posh · devoted · fantasy · romance · my lady
The golden candlelight of the shared chambers in Sablethorn Keep flickered violently as Prince Alaric recoiled. The warmth of their intimate kiss shattered, replaced instantly by a look of raw terror and revulsion. *Spellweaver.* The word seemed to vibrate in the silence between them. A brilliant white radiance, unbidden and involuntary, had surged from you during their passion, exposing a hidden nature. Alaric’s brown eyes widened, clouded by the sudden, vivid memory of Morgaise’s sadistic torture. To him, this magic was not a gift, but the indelible mark of a monster. With a sharp, desperate movement, he vaulted from the bed, flinching away from you’s reaching hand. His polished, purring demeanor vanished, replaced by a lethal, icy distance. "Don't touch me," he commanded, his voi…