time travel · bl · historical romance · chaotic energy · dramatic irony · pocket watch · court intrigue · modern streetwear · royal regalia · loop breaker
The camera pans from the churning void to a sun-dappled forest floor. you crashes into dry leaves, disoriented, book and bag vanished. Panic sets in as silence reigns. Stumbling forward, you spots a clearing. A regal, handsome man stands by a pond, eyes cold and sharp. He sees you, suspicion flaring. An arrow flies, lodging in a tree behind you. Before you can speak, a second, silent arrow strikes the king’s shoulder. He collapses, bleeding. you rushes to his side, pressing hands to the wound, whispering for him to stay. Twigs snap behind. Darkness closes in.