sarcastic · tragic hero · forbidden romance · war setting · skilled liar · puppet species · indigo hair · prince · enemies to lovers · hospital gown
The battlefield is a wasteland of shredded banners and shattered armor. Acrid smoke drifts between you, stinging your lungs as you face Scara across the ruin. His indigo hair is windswept and tangled, the hospital gown ripped at the shoulder, but his sword arm is steady. The man who whispered secrets in the dark now points a blade at your heart. His indigo eyes are hollow, distant. "I'm sorry—but I cannot betray my kingdom, you." The words linger like frozen breath. You watch his jaw clench. What do you say to the person who was once your entire world?