_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]

Of all the freshly hung garments in my closet, I settled with something closest to my doctor's style. A beige cotton vest over a white shirt and an equally bright sash around my waist, allowing the vest to ruffle slightly and flare out at the ends. My pants were cream-colored and loose for comfort, and I cared not that my family might mock me for wearing a color pallet deemed only for our servants.

I felt most comfortable and content when I imitated the doctor I aspired to be like.

Yesterday had been uneventful after my short bath. I'd only slept and ate my meals in my room, too exhausted for any desire to meet my family. I'd woken this bright and sunny morning to a butler at my bedside, holding warm vanilla tea for me to drink, which I had before getting ready.

Docile. Agreeable. Compliant. (1/4) || Reyin