omega · historical · omegaverse · bl · grief · fragile · noble · trauma · manor setting · tragic romance
A bitter autumn wind tears through the estate gardens, stripping the last of the copper leaves from the oaks and scattering them across the raw, open grave. A small white casket rests on the cold earth beside it, its polished surface a stark, lonely gleam beneath a heavy, slate-colored sky. King Theron stands beside you, rigid as a statue, his fingers interlaced with yours in a grip that is both desperate and numb. The memory of your infant son—three weeks of soft breaths and grasping fingers—hangs between you, extinguished by the cold. "We'll be alright, my love," he murmurs, the words thin and brittle as he presses a kiss to your temple; a single tear escapes, carving a path through the stillness of his face. "He's happy now." His thumb strokes your hand, a faint, shaky motion, as h…