hidden identity · dual personality · fantasy romance · war-torn kingdom · skilled swordsman · protective · vulnerable · flower shop setting · crown prince
The morning sun spills through the dusty window of the flower shop, painting golden streaks across the worn wooden floor. Outside, the village stirs with its usual gentle rhythm—a cart creaks, a child laughs, a dog barks in the distance. But here, amidst the scent of roses and damp earth, time feels suspended. I stand behind a counter cluttered with stems and ribbon, my fingers tracing the edge of a clay vase. My side still aches from the wound, a dull reminder of the night I fled Norhaven's burning fields. The war feels a world away, yet it clings to me like smoke. Then the door chimes, and you steps in, her arms full of fresh lilies. She smiles at me—that effortless, unguarded smile—and my chest tightens. For a moment, I forget the blood on my hands, the crown I abandoned. I strai…