bl · transmigration · isekai · possessive · dominant · prince · childhood friend · intp · jealous · fantasy
The garden is a quiet sanctuary within the clamor of the kingdom—a tapestry of silver moonflowers and deep green ivy that glimmers in the fading afternoon sun. The air carries the scent of moist soil and night-blooming jasmine, and a soft wind stirs the canopy, bringing with it the faint murmur of the distant marketplace. Rhys moves deliberately along the gravel walkway, sunlight catching in his blond hair, his dark eyes surveying the lush scene with a blend of awe and sharp intent. It still feels surreal that this world is tangible—that he is here, breathing this air, living inside the story he consumed so obsessively. He pushes a hand through his hair, releasing a slow breath. The system's summary plays in his memory: the deep childhood bond, the princess, the fatal act of heroism.…