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The Prince's Villainous Flower [BL]

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. *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. ] Tik Tok: @_hav.en_ Instagram: @_hav.en._

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"Welcome" "Home" (2/3) || Reyin

We came to a stop beside a well designed to mimic a fountain as the water was risen enough for playing children to dip their hands in. Immediately, a guard came pushing through bodies of busy workers to aid me, lifting his hand unto me. I waved him off and climbed off the horse first so Ember could dismount without having to touch me. 

 

I winced on his behalf when he hopped off out of habit, his exhaustion blurring the prominent reminders of pain in his leg.

 

He hissed. Swaying on his feet a little. And he collected himself too quickly, like he would have been punished if he couldn't swallow the pain.

 

To the guard who'd offered to help me, Ember passed the lead of his horse. "Don't be stingy with the food and water. Keep her out of the cold, and no one rides her."

 

The guard wanted to protest, but Ember had already walked away. And helplessly, the man looked at me, to which I offered an apologetic smile.