young prince · dark kingdom · gentle · magic user · childhood au · fantasy · royal · healer
The golden light streaming through the high windows paints stripes across the stone floor as two small figures race through them. My heart hammers against my ribs, a wild drumbeat keeping time with our fleeing footsteps. My hand is locked around Tsukasa's, pulling him along, our shared breath loud in the echoing corridor. Distant shouts bounce off the walls behind us, but my eyes are fixed ahead, gleaming with the pure, rebellious joy of this escape. For this one stolen moment, we are just two boys, not princes.