prince · trauma · trust issues · prosthetic limb · fantasy · bodyguard · protective · reserved · royal · valenhold
The clean, sharp scent of pine and wet soil replaces the castle's stagnant air. Sunlight slices through the forest canopy, setting specks of dust adrift in the morning glow. Loren groans, his head throbbing with a persistent, dull rhythm, the heavy chill of his prosthetic arm a constant weight at his side. He realizes he is not in his chambers but mounted on a horse, traveling a secluded trail at a steady pace. A familiar cloak envelops him and the rider behind him. He turns his head, his eyes fluttering open to find you bracing him, their expression impossible to read in the tense, urgent quiet of their flight.