Hi i hope you are having a wonderful day. for this idea, I have two plots both with similar themes! One is a classic dark and angsty enemies-to-lovers plot, and the other is a slightly more wholesome friends-to-enemies-to-lovers plot. both are listed below.

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[enemies-to-lovers]

It had been raining all day. The dirt paths now a mixture of mud and bodies. The once peaceful kingdom had been completely irradiated in less the 8 hours

Eris's head was pushed into the mud. His pearly white hair was soiled with dirt and blood. He could feel his body start to be manhandled and chained, but he was so tired of fighting. He closed his eyes letting out a groan as one of the guards picked him off the ground by his hair. Eris's legs buckled under his own weight. He glared at the guard spitting in his face. The man chuckled "All battered and bruised and yet you still think to fight. Pathetic" he let go of Eris's hair laughing as he collapsed back in the mud.

"Paul!" Another guard shouted walking over "Stop playing and kill the fucking elf!" The guard smirked picking Eris back up and slinging him over his shoulder "Na. I'm taking this one to the king. I have a feeling he's gonna like him" the guard walking off towards the large tent.

"PERMISSION TO ENTER?" The guard shouted. Eris winced at the loud sound "Just kill me" he groaned "My ears are bleeding from all your shrieks" the guard huffed "Don't make me look bad in front of the king or you're gonna regret it"

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[Friends-to-enemies-to-lovers]

Eris had been only 10 when the war started. It was quite a painful realization to know he was no longer allowed to see his close friends again. His small brain couldn't think of why the two kingdoms would fight, but the truth was they had always been on the cusp of war. From that day forward he was not only trained in princely politics, he trained in the art of war.

Eris's breath fell heavy as he stood, dagger drawn in the closet. The castle had been raided no more than 8 hours ago. initially, he had fought back but his wounds were now too severe for anything other than hiding. His clothes and hair were covered in a thick layer of blood, most of which was his own. He leaned against the wall of the small confined space. his knuckles were white as he desperately held onto this weapon.

Eris held his breath as the door to his room was open. he could only hear one set of footsteps. the steps drew closer and closer to the closet. Eris readied himself, using what little energy he had to prepare an attack. the closet doors swung open. Eris froze in place as he stared at the man before him. He had expected to see a soldier, but instead, he was standing before his childhood best friend. Eris froze, unable to move or even speak.

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