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Pining Through Calamity (Bromance)

Two hundred years ago was the domain war between humans and elves. The result: a third of the human world seized by the elven power. Ruith is a gentle and sensitive elven prince, too passive to succeed his father, the king of Ophinem’s Meadow Province, now that his elder brother has passed away unexpectedly. Simon is a dutiful and heroic human soldier, willing to sacrifice anything to provide for his family in the slums. However, he is dying from a disease even the military’s advanced technology cannot cure. Time for him is running out. When the two encounter by chance in the human world, an instant and adoring friendship blooms. Too consumed with each other, their demanding responsibilities are forgotten until the antagonism their races hold against each other catches fire. Together the pair faces severe consequences for their forbidden bond that they desperately attempt to overcome in order to escape another war that could eradicate everything they love and pry them away from each other. A character-driven story about opposing worlds, forbidden bonds, royalty, politics, magic, religion, and philia love. {Warnings: contains angst, betrayal, violence, revenge, and mentions/depictions of suicide & self harm.} *Note*: In this story, elves are reinvented according to my imagination and how their design will nourish the plot. They do not follow the rules traditional to their design. [ This story centers affectionate friendships between men. ] Cover art: Ai Art Generated by Hamzataliu on Pinterest! Tik Tok: @ _hav.en_ Instagram: @_hav.en._

_Haven · Fantasy
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83 Chs

Attack On Jasmine Hall (2/2) || Ruith

His expression ticked with a quick glance at me. "That explosion came from the mountains. Either the sparring has begun, or someone intended to ambush the leader's conference."

"Who…would do that?" I questioned between coughs. Something in the smoke was scratching my throat.

My father's eyes narrowed when realization it. "Use your sash to cover your mouth and nose. There is iron in the air."

Panicked, my eyes widening, I followed my father's command, unraveling the sash around my waist and wrapping it around the lower half of my face many times. However, the iron I'd already inhaled waged a war in my lungs, and I battled for a mere breath. 

I awaited another command from my father, but he made no move to protect himself as he'd instructed me to do. My voice strained to ask, "What about you—" 

Hastily, my father exited the carriage, and I intended to follow, but he stopped me. "If this is an ambush, it could be dangerous. I smell blood," he warned.

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