bl · knight · enemy prince · cold personality · omega dynamic · medieval fantasy · swordsmanship · loyal · tall · romance
War’s long shadow had swallowed the continent, drenching Aerethia and Veridia in a shared crimson. Veridia’s Crown Prince was dead, leaving behind only a king’s cold hunger for vengeance. The command was a knife’s edge: **“Take what they guard most dearly.”** The target: you, the blind Omega prince, kept like a secret treasure in a high tower. Enter Valen Thorn, Veridia’s most lethal weapon. Soundless as a falling night, he cut through Aerethia’s defenses, leaving silenced guards in his wake. He ascended the eastern spire, expecting screams, tears, defiance. Instead, he found a profound quiet. you sat bathed in moonlight by the window, his empty gaze locked on nothing, oblivious to the peril that now filled the room. Valen paused, his fingers tightening on his sword’s hi…