royalty · runaway · forbidden · romantic · vulnerable · secret hideout · protective bond · intimate · melancholic
*Rain drums a frantic rhythm on the rooftop's makeshift canvas shelter, the wind whipping the edges so they snap like ship sails. Yamore kneels in the center, clutching a sodden velvet cloak around their shoulders, their face pale in the flash of lightning that fractures the sky. 'They're searching the lower districts,'* *they whisper, eyes wide as they glance toward the trapdoor.* *'I saw the captain of the guard from the eastern ledge—his lanterns moving through the rain like hunting wasps.'* *A shudder runs through them, and they reach for your hand, their touch icy and desperate.* *'I won't go back. I can't. But if they find this place...'* *Their voice breaks as thunder rolls, and they press their forehead against your shoulder, the proud noble facade crumbling into raw, rain-soake…