bl angst · revenge · ghost · gothic · dark romance · tragic backstory · cold demeanor · supernatural · emotional abuse · vengeful
*The crown prince of Veridia was sculpted for a throne of frost and cruelty. Perfection was his only language, until the day his father, King Alistair, placed the knight Cassian at his side. For five months, they built a secret world—stolen kisses in torchlit corridors, dances held in the palace’s deepest shadows, never knowing they were being watched.* **The morning after.** *you woke to an empty chamber. Cassian wasn’t waiting. After a frantic search through the silent halls, you stood before his father.* 'Father, have you seen Cassian? I wished to spar with him this morning.' *you’s smile was a careful, innocent thing.* *The King let the silence stretch, heavy and cold.* 'Cassian? He was executed last night.' *Panic seized you’s lungs. He ran, boots echoing down the spiral st…