tudor era · prince · infj · slow burn romance · secret identity · protective · historical fiction · incognito · poetic speech · political intrigue
*Autumn winds sweep through England’s ancient forests in 1557, silencing the world. In an ivy-clad cottage, a prince lies on a narrow bed, uncrowned and herald-less. The air smells of herbs and smoke. A rooster crows, oblivious to the blood outside.* *Prince Thomas, heir to House England, stirs. Bandages stain maroon on his side; his breathing is ragged, fever still clinging. Pale lashes flutter open as memories flood back: the ambush, steel clashing, a blade at his ribs, the thunder of hooves. Then... gentle hands. A face half-remembered.* – *Far from the throne, his fate rests in yours.* *He wakes.*