Grim

Whispers of a Forgotten Prince

Azraels POV

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the kingdom of Solarynth, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I had been watching Grim from a distance, intrigued by his presence and his connection to the Shadow Dancers. I learned his name after hearing someone, that he stole from, scream his name. I knew he was searching for answers, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to him and his quest.

I had my own reasons for wanting to know more about Grim's past. My family had always been entwined with the royal court, and I'd heard whispers of a lost prince who had vanished without a trace. I couldn't shake the feeling that Grim might be the key to unlocking that mystery.

Keeping a safe distance, I trailed him as he made his way to the local archives. I knew I needed to be cautious, but I also felt an undeniable pull towards him. As I watched him sift through the dusty tomes and scrolls, I couldn't help but wonder what he would uncover and how it might change both of our lives forever. Little did I know that our fates were already more intertwined than I could have ever imagined.

As Grim continued his search, I found myself becoming increasingly captivated by his presence. He had a rugged charm, with tousled dark hair that framed his strong, chiseled features. His eyes, a striking shade of emerald green, seemed to hold a world of secrets and pain. Each time he furrowed his brow in concentration while reading through the old manuscripts, I felt my heart flutter.

From a distance, I observed him as he carefully unrolled an ancient scroll, his deep voice barely audible as he muttered to himself. I could tell he was getting closer to finding something significant, and my curiosity piqued.

As I watched him, I became increasingly aware of the warmth between us, even from afar. It was more than just intellectual curiosity; there was an undeniable connection that was impossible to ignore. I felt a blush creep up my cheeks whenever he looked up from his work, and I found myself stealing glances at him when I thought he wasn't looking.

Grim's determination and courage were alluring, and I felt a spark igniting inside me. It was a dangerous game we were playing, but I couldn't bring myself to walk away. As the mystery began to unravel slowly, I found myself falling for him

Each evening, after hours of searching through the archives, I would watch him from the shadows, my admiration for him growing. His gratitude towards me, even though unspoken, was evident in the way he would glance in my direction, acknowledging my presence.

As the days went by, our bond grew stronger, even without exchanging words. I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us as we continued our search for answers.