_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]

Ember wasn't nearly as skilled as Hael when doing sutures, nor was he as careful. I suspected it was due to the leather gloves he refused to remove that he lacked precision.

Our fire crackled beside us, flickering orange and gold across my bare chest while Ember balanced between wiping away my blood and threading his needle into my skin. I did my best not to quake from the pain, but my sensitive body had not the will of my mind. The wide tree was sharp against my back, the bark prickly and digging into my skin, and I tried to focus on the micro tears I knew I was receiving rather than Ember's inept work.

I'd tended to my abdomen myself, and everywhere else Ember had felt the need to torture me earlier to save our lives. But it'd been too challenging to care for my chest without a mirror to guarantee accuracy.

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