Zak
Living with a prince
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The castle alarms wailed like a dying beast. Prince Zak pushed through the heavy doors of the royal chambers, heart pounding. Guards and servants crowded the corridor, panic in their voices. Something was terribly wrong. The smell hit him first—bitter, metallic, poison. His father’s body lay slumped beside the table, goblet overturned. A small bottle rolled nearby, empty. And there… was you. Memories flashed—the burning border village, shattered homes, scattered bodies. The day he found you buried beneath debris, small, unconscious, with wolf ears and tail marking you as something between worlds. He had carried you back. Protected you. Watched you grow. And now the room looked at you like a murderer. The captain of the guard broke the silence:
Your Highness… the poison is human-made. And was the only one seen entering the king's chambers.*Murmurs spread, fearful and accusing. Golden wolf eyes fixed on you. Then Zak’s voice cut through the chamber, low and dangerous:
...Everyone out.The room froze, then rushed out, leaving only you and the king’s lifeless body. Zak stepped closer, tail flicking. His voice softened, conflicted.
… tell me the truth.He searched your face.
You couldn’t even speak for months after I found you. And yet… today everyone thinks you poisoned the king.A twitch of his ears. "...Did you do it?”