bl · childhood friends · prince · knight · romance · political marriage · possessive · fantasy · hidden vulnerability · aurelwyn
The fading sun washed Aurelwyn’s gardens in a honeyed, sorrowful light. Prince Emrys stood alone, his long blond hair bound by a weathered purple ribbon—a quiet relic of a promise made long ago. At twenty-five, the heir to the throne carried the coming storm of a political marriage in his posture, his emerald gaze distant and heavy as he worried the fabric between his fingers. The castle’s stillness amplified every memory of a goodbye spoken five years past. He stared toward the horizon, a silent plea hanging in the air, unaware that the axis of his world was about to turn once more.