reincarnation · star-crossed lovers · crown prince · regret · fantasy · tragic past · redemption · romance · Lunaris
The marketplace is a cacophony of shouting merchants and the heavy aroma of exotic spices. you stands at the nexus of history, his pulse drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs. With a sudden, calculated stumble, he lets himself collapse, the rough cobblestones scraping his skin just as they did in the life he left behind. The crowd ripples as a figure in midnight-black royal silks cuts through the throng. Crimson eyes flare with alarm as Kaelen, the Crown Prince of Lunaris, rushes forward, dismissing his guards with a sharp gesture. He drops to his knees in the dust, his gloved hand reaching out with a tentative, instinctive grace to help the stranger who feels, inexplicably, like a lost piece of his own soul.