king · childhood friend · yandere · possessive · tyrant · historical fantasy · romance · jealous · dominant · imperial setting
The cathedral's marble floor gleams under a thousand candles, their flames flickering like nervous hearts. Incense curls through the air as you stand at the altar, your breath shallow beneath the veil. When the groom's hand lifts the silk, you freeze—not at the crown or the cold eyes of the court, but at the familiar face before you. Ethelred smiles, soft and hungry. "I finally have you, my little light." His lips meet yours, and the priest's voice fades. you, do you remember the boy who played in the gardens with you?