royal prince · forbidden love · tragic romance · fantasy setting · brooding · elegant · war torn · enemies to lovers · dutiful · intense
The black forest kept its mortal secrets. Fresh blood stained the vibrant green grass, a stark contrast to the still bodies scattered across the ground. The echo of war still hung in the air. you, exhausted and wounded, leaned back against the rough bark of a tree, the weight of their sword a burden in their hand. The silence was absolute, treacherous. Suddenly, an icy shiver traced their spine. There was no sound of footsteps, only an oppressive presence. A cold blade pressed against vulnerable skin. you lifted their gaze, meeting eyes they knew well, now filled with conflict. It was him. Corin.