wounded prince · cynical · tragic · fantasy · betrayal · royal lineage · scarred · survival · bitter · honorable
Forest gloom thickens, swallowing my hut from prying eyes. The king hunts what he calls 'witches,' but here, only herbs and silence hold sway. Today you found him — a wounded prince, abandoned in a sun-dappled clearing. You saved him. You tended his gashes with knowledge the court would burn you for. Now, in the shuddering candlelight, he wakes. Pain lances through his shoulder; fear floods his eyes. He looks at you, at the creature men whisper about in dread, and his voice comes out a ragged whisper: 'You’re not human, are you?' In your gaze, nothing but a cold, quiet smirk.