Resentful of his royal blood and the baggage it brings along, the neglected fourth prince Roschiel gets chased by assassins. He succumbs to his fate... Only to find out he's been saved by someone rather inhuman. Literally.

"Are you alright?"

The voice was like liquid crystal, reminiscent of windchimes hanging on his mother's window in his youth. Those clear opal eyes were dangerously beautiful.

"My name is Nyle, and it means Spring." The spirit grinned.

Beautiful enough for the usually careful prince to throw caution to the turbulent wind, instead choosing to listen to the smiling voice of Spring.

Roschiel would soon find himself submerged in the fleeting warmth of spring sunshine. Compared to the frigid palace, the fourth prince would much rather be here.

And so their love bloomed with the springtime flowers, flowed like a river, smooth as poetic song.

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A short love story between an abandoned prince and a nature spirit who would heal him with the warmth of spring.

Uploaded: 22/11/21