The Escape
504 Words
Seraphina was thrown into the deepest dungeon—chains on her wrists, her ankle shackled to the wall. Her breathing shook. Not from fear of pain.
But from fear of losing Adrien.
Hours passed. Maybe days. Time dissolved into desperate longing.
The Visitor
One night, she heard footsteps.
She expected a guard.
She expected torture.
Instead, Adrien appeared—bruised, bloodied, but burning with determination.
“Adrien—!”
He rushed to her, pulling her into his arms, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her trembling lips.
“I’m getting you out,” he whispered fiercely.
“How?” she breathed.
He lifted a bloodied key.
“Not all my allies wear crowns.”
He unlocked her chains.
“Adrien… you’ll be executed,” she whispered.
“I don’t care.”
She seized his face.
“I do.”
He kissed her—hard, desperate.
“We run,” he said. “Tonight.”
But as they climbed toward the escape passage, a shadow stepped from the darkness.
Lord Mortain, Adrien’s former advisor.
“I knew it,” he hissed. “I knew treason lived in you.”
Adrien shielded Seraphina.
“Let us go,” Adrien said. “You don’t have to—”
Mortain drew a dagger.
“I do.”
He lunged.
Adrien moved to strike—
Seraphina grabbed a fallen chain—
Mortain aimed at Adrien’s heart—
And Seraphina swung with everything she had.
The chain cracked across Mortain’s skull.
He crumpled.
Adrien stared at her—chest heaving.
“You saved my life.”
She touched his cheek.
“Always.”
They fled into the night.Their escape ignited the final spark.
By dawn, word reached Ravenna that their princess had been imprisoned and condemned.
Ravenna declared full war.
By noon, Valerius’s army mobilized.
By sunset, two kingdoms thundered toward each other—
driven not by strategy,
but by fury and fear.
Over two lovers.
The Hideaway
Adrien and Seraphina rode until their horses foamed, reaching a secluded forest hut used by border scouts.
“This is temporary,” Adrien said. “We’ll figure out how to stop the war. How to save your kingdom and mine.”
She sagged into his arms.
“Adrien… we caused this.”
“No.”
He held her tighter.
“We revealed the truth of our world. Hatred doesn’t die quietly. But we will end it.”
She looked up at him—exhausted, aching, in love.
Deeply, disastrously in love.
“What now?” she whispered.
He kissed her softly.
Tenderly.
Desperately.
“Now,” he murmured, “we fight not with armies… but with love.”
She pressed her forehead to his.
“Then let the world burn,” she whispered, “so long as we burn together.”
And so, with kingdoms marching toward destruction,
with danger closing in from every direction,
with their love now the blazing heart of a century-old war—
Adrien and Seraphina stood together, hands intertwined,
ready to change the world or die trying.
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