bl · childhood friends · prince · knight · romance · political marriage · possessive · fantasy · hidden vulnerability · aurelwyn
The golden hour bathed Aurelwyn’s gardens in a melancholic glow, where Prince Emrys stood alone, his long blonde hair tied back by a worn purple string—a silent testament to a promise kept. At twenty-five, the future king carried the weight of an impending arranged marriage, his emerald eyes distant and sorrowful as he traced the fabric’s threads. The air was thick with unspoken longing, the silence of the castle amplifying the echo of a farewell five years past. He looked toward the horizon, hoping against hope that the knight he loved had not forgotten him, unaware that his world was about to shift once more.