_Haven

Prince Reyin is the adopted son of the royal Avalon family, reviled by royalty and upper-class families for his impoverished roots in the barren outskirts of the kingdom. 

Acknowledged as a worthless royal and loathed openly by his beloved family, he lives an isolated life, tending to flowers and the sick.

Despite his circumstances, Reyin’s heart remains soft for those who despise him, and he spends his energy taking advantage of the bountiful resources accommodating a Prince to pursue his calling of medicine. However, any potential for dreams evaporates when a rogue organization burns the Avalon castle to embers. 

Reyin survives due to being rescued by a mysterious member of the organization—a skilled swordsman named Hael—who claims to be the one who murdered the Prince’s family and hesitates not to pluck people at random to slaughter them. 

Strangely, Reyin feels blossoms of familiarity whenever he sets eyes upon his captor. As forced proximity has the good-natured Prince relying on the villain, he realizes much too late that perhaps Hael isn’t as villainous as he seems but merely misunderstood.

And to save Hael from his damning plunge into evil, fate will require a great sacrifice from them both.

*A character-driven story about soulmates, fated phileo love, sacrifice, family, politics, and royalty. This story takes place in the 17th century, in the fictitious kingdom of Avalon, and is written in modern-day English.*

{ Potential Trigger Warnings: Suicidal Ideation, Self Harm, Trauma from Sexual Assault (panic attacks), PTSD, Separation Anxiety, Obsessive Love Disorders, Substance Abuse, Body Dysmorphia, & Eating Disorders. }

[ This story centers affectionate friendships between men. Use of BL tag for bromance. ]

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The Prince's Villainous Flower [BL]

Why did everyone believe they could take advantage of me this way? What about my tall stature and long limbs made me appear to be an easy target?

I snatched the wrist of the hand covering my mouth and twisted sharply. A burning, masculine hiss sounded from behind me, and while they were distracted with their pain, I jabbed my elbow harshly into their stomach, satisfied with the stumbling air coming from my attempted kidnapper.

Whoever they were had likely expected me to run. I would not. I'd had enough running this past week, and now I was willing to risk my safety to demand answers for the world of questions developing in my brain, stretching it constantly to the point of pain.

I would interrogate even this supposed rogue who'd come after me.

I whipped around, my sleeves swiping across their gaze, and I pushed them firmly against the logged side of the inn building, crowding them with my forearm against their neck.

Villainous Flower Or Familial Weeds (3/3) || Reyin