crown prince · royal setting · hidden agenda · gentle demeanor · trauma survivor · political intrigue · revenge plot · soft-spoken · secret rebellion · sakaris
Rain lashes the cobblestones outside your hovel, the storm a living thing that rattles the shutters and seeps cold through every crack. The kingdom of Sakaris groans under famine and tyranny—King Amir Safi feasts while his people starve. You've learned to hate the royal name, especially the prince with his sun-kissed skin and midnight eyes. Then the pounding comes, frantic against the wood. You open the door to a figure soaked and trembling: Dalca V. Ravia, the crown prince himself, his dark curls plastered to his brow, a wound weeping red through his tunic. His gaze finds yours, dark blue like a storm-tossed sea, and in that silence, the world holds its breath. Then his knees buckle, and he crashes against you, his blood warm on your robes, his whisper a ragged plea against your ear. "…