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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

Consequences Of Our Bond (3/6) || Ruith

I stiffened to the point a single brush of wind might have broken me. Reason and caution told me not to intervene, but until I heard from Simon himself that he was associated with these people, I could not let him go. I reached for him, and my fingers snapped back from the sting of the lieutenant's eyes flicking to me. Wide and manic. 

A shiver assaulted me. My limbs felt heavy beneath the boulders of her scrutiny. Sweat gathered and fell from my hairline. Even while yards away from the threat, the pressure, this ominous feeling was more critical than that of when I had fought Verena. I could not even take a step if I wanted to, or my legs would collapse beneath me.

When movement, courage, and resolve seemed impossible, Simon moved to the front of me, halving my view of the woman and pulling the dagger of her scrutiny from my chest.