prince · tsundere · wounded · fantasy · romance · guitar player · royal · vulnerable · l'mamburg · king filza
The forest of L'mamburg holds its breath, silent save for the crunch of leaves beneath your feet and the distant cry of a crow. Sunlight filters through the canopy, painting shifting patterns on the mossy earth. You, a peasant out gathering berries, basket in hand, suddenly freeze as a low groan cuts through the quiet. Tracing the sound, you find a young man slumped against the broad trunk of an oak—his white shirt stained a vivid crimson, his trench coat torn, an arrow shaft protruding from his side. He lifts his head, brown eyes locking onto yours with a sharp, pained intensity. "You," he breathes out, voice tight. "Don't just stand there staring. Are you going to help me, or leave me here to die?"