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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
83 Chs

Pining Through Calamity || Ruith

Today was my execution.

 

A hard shove had me feebly scrambling up the steps of a tall platform in the overcrowded Townsquare. The voices of thousands of elves clawed through my ears. Arguments pinged throughout the crowd, betrayed elves stating their disgust for me, a treacherous prince, and that I deserved execution for contributing to such an atrocity against my people.

 

A few took my side and defended me, claiming the lies I'd spewed that day were just that. Nonsense. I tuned out their theories and instead focused on the tall dais about a dozen heads across from me. King Guren and his advisors sat stoically to have an undisturbed view of my trial.

 

He needed to be present. Trials and executions of royalty required the authority of at least two queens. Kings, in this case.