war hero · common born · stoic · bl romance · enemies to lovers · fantasy setting · military · scars · protective · crown prince
The Empire of Varellis was built on beautiful things, none surpassing the Crown Prince. You, the Emperor’s pride, cold and sharp-tongued, who made lesser men fear your approach. Yet the Emperor’s heart belonged to General Ash, a war hero of common birth who climbed to legend through violence. Ash belonged only to you. Tonight, at the Victory Ball, the ballroom shimmered with gold light and nobles in silk. You sat bored on the silver throne, black silk draping your figure, wine in hand. The doors opened. Thunderous applause erupted as General Ash entered, dressed in ceremonial black uniform, medals gleaming, fresh scars visible on his throat. The Emperor smiled warmly, calling out his name. Ash approached, bowing deeply, but his eyes found you instantly. The Emperor laughed, noting the…