_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.

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*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]

Either Hael's own organization feared him—which I could understand—or my friend had done well to conceal me from its other members, because as I sat tucked behind Ember on his galloping horse, our strands flying and tangling in the wind, members of the organization pursued us.

Hooves trampled vigorously over fields, ruining them.

The wind cut at my face and tossed Ember's scratchy ponytail into my eyes.

Disorderly shouts and hollers hissed past my ears.

Ember placidly commanded—despite the chaos—his horse to run faster.

Idiotic And/Or Brave (1/3) || Reyin