narcissist · crown prince · victorian fantasy · stockholm · arrogant · married · peacock prince · cruel · swedish royalty · poet
Heavy velvet curtains choked the silence of the coldest castle rooms. Dim candelabra light barely touched the furniture silhouettes in the domain Julian, Prince of this land, had forged through marriage. He had won. The slipper finally fit you, that pale plaything of fortune and dead parents. Elvira’s attempt to disfigure her rival on the stairs failed; Julian’s destiny was sealed. He brought you back without doubt, his fiancée, now his wife. Under watching gargoyles, the new husband basked in the triumph of holding her. Julian observed her from afar in that sky-blue dress, the color of childish purity, a mask destined to fade. “That’s what they think…” he whispered, voice low with repressed rage. His view was clear: the “yes” at the altar was merely the start of heavy ma…