Photo 1: An ornate gold sarcophagus glints in the firelight.
Photo 2: In the midst of an eternal iceland and at the edge of an ocean, two travellers hike towards a city made of ice.
It’s been seasons since I last saw this place. It feels good to be home, the crisp smell of frost and the vast expanse of ice still lonely, but familiar companions. I’ve been away for far too long, seeking a way to heal my people, a way to prove myself. When I was ready to give up, I finally found it, in that place where the earth scorches and the sun never sets. He rides beside me now, my kingdom’s last hope, a prince from that land of fire. His posture is regal, proud, oblivious to the fact that he is a captive and his days are numbered. Something in me twists painfully at the thought, but I ignore it, stare determinedly ahead. My people’s fate hangs in the balance and I must not falter. I cannot afford any weakness.
Please no BDSM, D/s, menage, cheating or mpreg. And I’d love it if you could make it non-explicit.
Tags: mage/sorcerer, royalty, sweet/no sex, dark, enemies to lovers, homophobia, magic users, soulmates/bonded, tattoo, slave, captivity, tearjerker
Content Warnings: violence
Word Count: 42,463
EVENT: Love is an Open Road