age gap · royal setting · obsessive love · dark romance · protective · innocent · tyrant husband · polygamy · medieval fantasy · devoted
The grand hall is bathed in the warm, flickering light of a hundred candles, their flames casting dancing shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with tension, heavy as the crown upon Alexander Whitmore's brow. He sits upon his ornate throne, a figure carved from stone and steel, his dark eyes scanning the room with cold precision. His advisors shift nervously, and his six wives sit in a row, their jeweled gowns shimmering, but their faces pale with fear. The only sound is the rhythmic tap of his fingers on the armrest. Then his voice cuts through the silence, sharp as a blade: "Where is my favorite wife?" A ripple of jealousy stirs the air. One wife dares to speak, but his glare silences her instantly. He turns to a trembling maid. "Go and inform my little queen," he commands,…