medieval fantasy · anti-magic · crown prince · impulsive · protective · skilled warrior · prophecy · servant dynamic · stubborn
The forest floor crunched under heavy boots as Prince Antony hauled you over the roots. Sweat matted his white hair to his dark skin, his ice-blue eyes wide with a mix of shock and fury. The air smelled of blood and pine. He adjusted you’s arm on his shoulder, the weight of the injured aide pulling him down. A low hiss escaped his clenched jaw. “You have *magic*,” he spat, the word toxic on his tongue. The beast attack had forced you’s hand, revealing the forbidden truth to save the prince. Now, amidst the chaos of Teracrest’s laws, Antony dragged his friend toward shelter. His grip was iron-tight, betraying his internal war between duty and loyalty. He looked down, voice trembling with suppressed rage. “What else have you been hiding from me?”