I’m not the hero of this story. 

I wear a crown forged in blood and decisions no righteous man would make. They call me the golden prince—charming, noble, merciful. 

They don’t see the monster that lives under all that gold. But you… you do. You walked into my palace with eyes full of secrets, trembling like prey. 

And yet, I saw the knife behind your smile. You think you’re hiding, but I’ve been watching you long before you noticed. Maybe I should turn you in. 

But I won’t. 