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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

I'll Follow You Into The Dark (2/2) || Ruith

The adrenaline I'd been depending on was dwindling. I scattered my gaze across the courtyard, taking in each wary set of eyes that tracked my movements as if I were a crazed animal intending to attack them. So many expressions. So many faces of the Glacier Province's royal family.

 

"Your Highness." The frigid voice froze me.

 

I turned slowly as King Guren descended the steps from where I'd come. Icy pale skin, the color of azaleas in winter, and charcoal-colored strands that had grown longer since I'd last seen him at the leader's conference.

 

King Guren's grey eyes fixed on me, his hands calmly folded to the front of him. "I was kind enough to welcome you into my home. Please be respectful and do not disturb my family. You're frightening everyone with your episode. What has come over you?"