your moonlight → setosolace

"Perhaps this is what you call magic?" he questions, voice peaked with interest.

"No," the other scowls, a mischievous grin spread across his lips, "this is what you call Sorcery."

Prince Seto Psy, second heir to the throne, has been overshadowed by his mistakes, and older brother, for over a countless decade. Surely, he has convinced himself, that his life would end at the guillotine once his brother is crowned king.

Rebellion taints his lungs like burning fuel. To finally be free of his responsibilities as a prince is what he longs for. Alas, that doesn't stop his father for attempting to shape him into a proper heir.

At the other side of the spectrum, Brice Solace is nothing but a whisper in the mouths of the peasantry. A simple rumor, or quite possibly someone who exists. He's awaiting his day of death row, guillotine, or perhaps even being tortured for his sins. He has his connections, despite the bounty that hangs over his neck.

Contradicting all expectations, two sins collide beneath the lies of the moonlight that is always waiting.