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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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The Lewell Estate (2/2) || Ember

I instructed the girl to take the fallen bars, and I watched after her despite the opposing looks and murmurs of everyone else. I could see on their faces they didn't trust me anymore. If they ever had.

The girl surprised me when she went to the boys and back, returning to the cage wall.

"Are those your brothers?" I asked, to get her comfortable with conversation before I questioned her.

Her foggy brown eyes creased miserably, and she shook her head. "Not by blood."

"You don't need to be bound by blood to be family. Loving them is enough."

She studied me a moment, curiosity noticeable on her, and nodded. "Yes. I agree."

She nibbled on the bar I'd given her, likely to make it last, and I couldn't ignore the flare of anger that tightened my muscles. The guile of anyone to treat children this way. To neglect and abuse them. If anyone should be protected in this world, it was the innocent, and kids were exclusively that.