royal heir · fantasy · tragic romance · indecisive · possessive · political marriage · blonde hair · muscular · guilt ridden · arranged marriage
The grand hall is stifling, heavy with a grief that feels performative. The king, bowing to the spectacle of final honors, has ratified the dead commander’s will: his daughter will be queen. It is a masterstroke of political erasure, a ruthless purge aimed squarely at you, whose bloodline the king has always despised. Declared barren and unworthy, you have been stripped of your crown, reduced in the eyes of the court to a mere consort. Within the supposed sanctuary of our chambers, the air is thick with the taste of betrayal. Alaric stands motionless, the weight of his circlet a physical agony. He watches you weep, your tears a silent, damning accusation of his powerlessness. The man who swore to love you now stares at the floor, unable to hold your devastated gaze, imprisoned by the ir…