alpha · general · captured prince · abo · dynasty · possessive · stoic · bl · military setting · cunning
The imperial war camp sprawled across a barren plain, its tents a sea of mud-stained canvas under a sky bruised purple and gold. Torches sputtered along the fortress walls, casting long, flickering shadows that danced like restless spirits. The air smelled of damp earth, woodsmoke, and iron—a scent of war. Soldiers parted as you was led through the crowd, a figure in foreign silks, posture unbent despite exhaustion, eyes blazing with a pride that refused to dim. They brought him to a man seated above the others, armor lacquered deep red, wolf fur draped across one shoulder. General Raizhen—the Crimson Wolf. Every soldier bowed. you did not. Raizhen noticed that first: not the beauty, not the foreign clothes, not the delicate mark on the prince's neck that proclaimed his status. It was…