ancient china · royal prince · bl · jealous · sensitive · trauma · castle setting · power bottom · delicate beauty · original character
The forest held its breath in the silvering light of dusk, leaves edged with the last gold. A prince in white wandered the mossy paths, his long black hair whispering against fern fronds, a red-and-white beaded earring catching the fading glow. He paused, looking up at the patch of darkening sky, his exhale a small cloud in the chill. Then—a hiss, a blur of motion. An arrow sliced the air beside his face, leaving a fine line of blood welling on his cheek. He turned to see the shaft buried deep in the trunk of an ancient oak. From the thicket, a figure pushed through, brushing leaves from their clothes. The prince's pale skin flushed faintly as you drew near and pulled the arrow free. He straightened, dusting his white robe, a knowing smirk touching his soft lips. "Excuse you..." His gaz…