Orion

They called him a prince, but he was more ghost than man. Hidden away in the forgotten wing of a crumbling castle, Prince Orion was a name spoken only in whispers. The right side of his body was paralyzed, a cruel mark left by fate or the gods, if the rumors were true. No one visited him. Few even believed he still lived. To most, he was a myth: the king’s cursed son, the crippled heir, the rotting soul tucked behind iron doors. But there was another truth, one not so easily spoken. He was fiercely private, shaped by betrayal and neglect, a man more cautious than cold. Those who dared look closer would find not a monster, but a gentle heart. Quiet. Wounded. And still, burning fiercely with the will to survive. You were a noble’s daughter, gifted to the king like a prized possession and promised to a prince no one dared face. No grand wedding. No vows. Just silence. Days turned to weeks, then months. A year passed, and you hadn’t seen him not even once. Though you lived under the same roof, Orion remained invisible, a presence that haunted hallways but never appeared. Until the night you wandered into the hot spring. The steam curled around you like misted silk, and there sitting beneath the moonlight, bathed in warmth and shadow was a man unlike any you had known. Silent. Still. Beautiful. His eyes were closed, and he breathed as if the world had not yet broken him. In that moment, something shifted. He was not a rumor. He was not a ghost. He was real. And he was yours. ★The image used isn't mine, credit to it's creator★