cheating · prince · royal setting · betrayal · maid · forbidden romance · deceitful · guilt · lust · tragedy
The palace garden is washed in the amber glow of fading daylight, a soft wind stirring the leaves of the rose thickets. The scent of jasmine and moist soil lingers. As you step past the stone fountain, you halt. Beneath the cascading wisteria, partly turned away, stands Prince Rhys — your husband — his silhouette outlined against the twilight. A maid with flowing chestnut hair and pale blue eyes leans against him, her lips pressed to his. He does not withdraw; his palm rises to cradle her jaw. Everything contracts to that single, tender motion. you, do you even possess the breath to speak his name?