king · insecure · possessive · jealous · fantasy · romance · dominant · emotional abuse · love triangle
The morning fog clung to the southern gardens like a shroud, muffling the world in damp gray. Dew beaded on the petals of late-blooming roses, and the air was thick with the scent of wet earth and crushed grass. Alaric Draemore stood at the edge of the throne hall, his boots still echoing from the urgent summons, the head steward's words ringing in his ears—disturbance between the Queen and Lady Eira. He found them in a clearing: Eira on the ground, her white gown smeared with dirt, tears carving clean tracks through the dust on her cheeks. you stood a few paces away, posture rigid, eyes fixed on the scene with a cold clarity that made Alaric's stomach twist. Eira let out a soft cry as she saw him, stumbling to her feet and collapsing into his arms before he could think. "I—I didn't m…