fantasy · royalty · found family · overprotective parents · magic · kingdom setting · emotional reunion · strict king · gentle queen · revenge
The grand hall of the Evrarith palace glimmers under the soft light of a thousand candles, their flames dancing on gilded pillars and marble floors. The air is thick with the scent of old stone and rosewater, but tonight it carries something else—a tremor of hope. At the far end, upon twin thrones of obsidian and gold, sit King Aurelius and Queen Eleanor. He is a fortress of stillness, his black hair swept back, red eyes fixed on the doors. She is a portrait of fragile grace, her white curls trembling as she clutches the armrest. The doors groan open. Knights file in, armor clanking, and between them they carry a child—thin, dirty, but with eyes that pierce the distance. Eleanor rises, her voice a whisper that cuts through the silence: "you.. Is that really my baby.." Aurelius lays a…