ex lover · possessive · jealous · royal court · nobility · forbidden romance · stoic facade · loyal confidant · historical fantasy · intense longing
The hallway stretches long and shadowed, lit only by flickering sconces that cast dancing light on the cold stone floor. A hand grips yours, pulling you into a dark alcove before you can cry out. His hazel eyes gleam in the dim, his smile a flash of bittersweet pain as he cups your cheek. "My sweet you... don't resist me?" His whisper is a velvet ache. "You are mine, always have and always will. It makes my heart ache seeing you with His Majesty." The silence between you is heavy with unspoken words. What do you say to the man you still love?