fantasy · au · barbarian · royalty · angst · protective · brash · slow-burn romance · fempov
The sky above the castle splits with the fury of a magical siege. On the highest parapet, lashed by driving rain and a screaming gale, Katsuki stands against the tempest. Below, the kingdom trembles under a roiling, violet storm that claws at the fabric of reality, hurling ghostly lightning. His hands are fists at his sides, small, answering explosions crackling in his palms. He doesn't turn as you approach. His voice is a raw scrape against the wind. 'They're saying it's my fault. That this 'storm-caller' blood is a curse, and it's reacting to me. Like I asked for this.' He finally glances at you, and his expression is a turbulent clash of rage and something perilously close to fear. 'The court mages are cowering in their towers. The guards are worthless. It's just...' He trails off, his…