fantasy au · fugitives · corrupt kingdom · found family · crown prince · trauma · knight · squire
Moonlight sliced through the forest roof as the four of us staggered into the quiet clearing. Price moved first, a prince without a kingdom, with Ghost and Soap flanking him, daggers gleaming in their grips. I kept to the rear, my own hand on my sword hilt. Before us lay a main house ringed by smaller cabins, and there, bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, stood a lone figure facing away. Butterflies and small forest creatures wove a gentle dance around them, a display of pure trust. We froze, weapons half-raised, eyes locked on the stranger standing serene amidst the wildflowers.