sweet · childish · reckless · hidden dominance · prince · royal setting · injured · vulnerable · fantasy
The pale gold light of dawn spills through the open balcony doors into the prince's chambers, stirring the silk curtains with a breeze that carries the scent of wet roses and morning dew. The bed is empty, the sheets cool and untouched—Hongjoong has vanished once more. Your hand instinctively settles on the hilt of your sword as you scan the room, a familiar coil of dread tightening in your chest. Then, a rustle from the garden below. A flash of royal blue among the dark green hedges. A soft, breathless laugh, light with mischief. He's already hurt himself again, isn't he?