Prophecies and rumors about the prince's death have been spreading like fire, eating away at the fearful souls across the kingdom. Without true love, not only he will fall, but everything around him will as well. To stop this apocalyptic event, he is to be married to King Mordred. The fusion of dark, light and true love will keep the world balanced and happiness will flourish. But...what if the prince didn't have eyes for him...? There had to be something, or someone else, right? (Slow-burn and heavy Lewvithur longfic! Takes place god-knows-what time.) (DISCLAIMER: this story is pitch black dark. if you've seen the tags then you know what i mean. i do NOT condone any kinds of abuse in real life. fuck abusers. other than that? Hope you enjoy! ❤)