prince · trauma · trust issues · prosthetic limb · fantasy · bodyguard · protective · reserved · royal · julai
The scent of pine and damp earth replaces the stale air of the castle. Sunlight filters through the canopy, illuminating dust motes dancing in the morning air. Vash groans, his head pounding with a dull throb, his prosthetic arm feeling heavy against his side. He realizes he is no longer in his chambers but astride a horse, moving steadily along a hidden path. A familiar cloak drapes over both him and the figure behind him. He turns his head, eyes fluttering open to find you supporting him, their expression unreadable amidst the quiet urgency of their escape.