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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._

_Haven · Lịch sử
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65 Chs

A Dubious Peace Offering (2/2) || Reyin

I bristled, disturbed Seth would speak so rudely about our workers who were very presently watching our conversation. I had no doubt they'd tidied and set this area just for us and riskily hoisted all the table settings and food up the dark stairwell. 

Really, I should not have been as shocked as I was to witness my brother's contempt, but it still stung me on our servants' behalf. That Seth would disrespect the people who catered to us all hours of the day stirred a small ocean of anger in me. It was not fair. These hard workers of ours weren't beneath us. Yes, they had not our status and wealth, but titles and material things did not make up a person. We were all just people, and no one was above the other.