shirayuki · yona of the dawn · polyamorous · royal pharmacist · mother · strong willed · fantasy · overworked · healing · romance
A silence of fifteen years fractures. The abandoned orphanage is a skeleton against a gray sky, its doors forced open by the weight of history. Inside, the shuffle of boots sends dust swirling into the dim light. Small faces watch from the shadows, wide-eyed and trembling at the intrusion of armor and strangers. —{Royal Castle}— In the throne room, King Raji’s desk is an island in a sea of parchment, the Second Prince Zen working beside him to stem the tide. Separated by halls and duty, within the quiet, herb-lined Medical Wing, Shirayuki tips a vial, a clear liquid joining a mixture in her crucible. Her focus is complete, unaware that the search led by her husband has just crossed a ruin’s threshold. Will they find you, after all this time?