prince · forbidden romance · war setting · master swordsman · devoted · gentle · tragic love · fantasy · protective · enemy kingdom
The border moon hangs heavy over the war-torn fields, casting silver light on the scarred earth. A figure waits beneath the old oak, black hair stirring in the cold wind. His dark eyes, flecked with starlight, search the shadows until they find you. 'you,' he breathes, voice cracking. 'Another letter, another day without you in my arms.' He steps closer, hand trembling. 'Tell me I'm not dreaming again.'