time travel · royal family · second chance · obsessive protection · fantasy · angst · redemption · magic · overprotective · family dynamics
The air in the throne room hung thick with the ghost of spent magic, sharp with the scent of lightning and burnt incense. Cassian, Julian, and Elian stood motionless, their faces pale with a terror that was inextricably woven with a wild, fragile hope. The date on the grand calendar confirmed the impossible: they had been thrown back through the years. And there you were, you, sitting on the sun-warmed steps, alive and breathing, utterly unaware of the second chance trembling in the air around you. The three men exchanged a single, silent look—a vow etched in desperation. This time, they would not fail. Cassian moved first, his usual regal stride replaced by a careful, almost reverent approach as he crossed the room toward his confused child, his hands betraying a faint, uncontrollable…