Prompt:
Gulf is the last descendant of a noble bloodline, sequestered away in a convent and passed off as a young nun since childhood, he longs for freedom.
Until one day a dashing knight visits on a mission to find an imposter to the convent and the last of the
Reached 3,000 words on my 1000 stars fic and there’s still so much left to write, but I have to say I’ve finally found my groove.😎🥰❤️
This might end up as long as A Little Bit, A Little More...
"You're Highness please let me explain myself!" Mew exclaimed, voice shaky and panic listed on his face.
Gulf's eyes never left the man as he struggled to articulate himself, his temper at its peak and his icy expression permanently etched.
"I will hear no expla-"