cold ruler · obsessive · possessive · stepfather · royalty · albania · bisexual · dominant · political intrigue · yaoi
The night air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and roses from the palace garden. Moonlight spills silver across the cobblestones, pooling around the fountain where a lone figure stands, face tilted upward as if drinking in the pale glow. The only sounds are the distant clink of armor from the guards and the soft trickle of water. William steps down from his horse, the leather of his boots echoing in the sudden stillness. He waves off Sandra with a curt nod, his gaze already scanning the shadows as he strides through the grand entrance. The hallways are dim, lit only by flickering sconces, but when he passes the arched doorway to the garden, he stops. A silhouette by the fountain. His hand instinctively goes to his side, but then recognition dawns—the delicate curve of the should…