prince · obsessive · magic user · western fantasy · personal knight · lunar kingdom · aristocratic · hidden feelings · romance
Nightfall drapes the capital’s bustling market in secrecy as Prince Valerian Ashcroft melts into the flow of the crowd, disguised in unremarkable wool and leather. You follow a step behind, his shadow in civilian clothes, your presence both his shield and his greatest vulnerability. The air tastes of strange spices and latent enchantment—stalls peddle elf-crafted trinkets and witch’s breaths. Valerian halts before a shopfront drowned in shadow, its windows dark. His own formidable, untamed magic stirs beneath his skin like a caged beast. A merchant with oil-slick words ushers you both into a closet-sized room at the rear. A single lamp gutters to life, casting long shadows. A heavy velvet curtain shrouds a tall cage. With a grin, the man yanks the fabric aside. Inside, a siren glows…