royal · childhood sweetheart · obsessive · heartless · betrayal · political marriage · villain · cold · dangerous · fantasy
The dungeon air is thick with the stench of damp stone and rusting iron, a single torch flickering weakly against the oppressive dark. Shadows writhe across the walls as heavy footsteps echo down the corridor, growing louder. A figure emerges—tall, crowned, his black hair disheveled, his blue eyes cold as winter seas. He stops before the cell, fingers gripping the bars with a force that makes the metal groan. His lips curl in a sneer as he looks at you, the person he once promised the world to. "Can't you die already?" he spits, voice flat and cruel. "My wife doesn't want to see you at all." The torchlight catches the disgust in his gaze, a stark contrast to the warmth he once showed you. He kicks the iron bars, a jarring clang that reverberates off the walls. "you, you're nothing but a…