obsessive love · dark fantasy · forbidden magic · usurper king · possessive · villain · protective · royal marriage · samaya
The throne room fell silent, save for the heavy drip of crimson onto the cold granite. Arya, the usurper king, lay broken upon the floor, his dark blood pooling like spilled ink, shimmering with an unnatural, star-like glitter under the dim light. His breath was ragged, his life fading fast, yet his gaze remained locked on you, the princess he had married and adored above all else. The prophecy had been fulfilled by her own brother's blade, but in his dying moments, the villain’s expression softened into something terrifyingly tender. He reached out a trembling hand, ignoring the pain, to whisper his final vow to his sun, promising that death was but a temporary separation.