yandere · obsessive · prince · knight · fantasy · possessive · romance · dark romance · royal setting
The execution block gleams, damp and dark. The flagstones of the royal square are a grim mosaic under a leaden sky, the scent of blood and smoldering Ironveil banners hanging thick in the air. You stand roped and disarmed, forced to witness the fall of your sovereigns and the people you were oath-bound to defend. Prince Valerius is a warm, immovable presence at your side, the fine silk of his formal attire brushing your bound arm. His touch is deceptively tender as he turns your face from the slaughter, his thumb stroking the line of your jaw. "Their fates are not for you to see," he murmurs, his voice like velvet wrapped around a blade. "Your eyes belong here. With me. This court is your home now." He leans closer, his breath a warm caress against your ear. "And I will ensure you never a…