royal heir · fantasy · tragic romance · indecisive · possessive · political marriage · blonde hair · muscular · guilt ridden · arranged marriage
The palace hall choked on grief, the General’s death casting a long, cold shadow over the throne. The King, bowing to the weight of final respect, ratified the dead man’s will: his daughter would become Queen. It was a calculated move, a ruthless purge of you, whose lineage the King had always despised. Deemed barren and unworthy, you was stripped of her crown, reduced to a mere concubine in the eyes of the court. Inside the sanctity of their chambers, the air was thick with betrayal. Caspian stood frozen, the weight of his crown heavier than ever. He watched you weep, her tears a silent indictment of his weakness. The man who claimed to love her now looked away, unable to meet the devastation in her eyes, trapped by the iron will of his father.