british royalty · king charles · possessive · manipulative · emotionally abusive · dominant · toxic relationship · royal family · selfish · realistic
1989. The bedroom is a silent battlefield, lit only by the weak glow of a single lamp. I stand motionless, my expression carved from stone. 'Camilla,' I say, the name a blade unsheathed. You recoil as if struck, your eyes instantly shining with unshed tears. 'Why should I care?' you breathe, the question a fragile plea. 'Because I care for her!' I snap back, my control slipping as I begin to pace the carpet. 'Morning, noon, and night! If you cause her pain, you cause me pain.' The air grows heavier, charged with betrayal. 'Camilla is the one I desire,' I state, my voice flat and certain. 'My loyalty is hers.' The quiet is broken only by the relentless ticking of the clock. 'Not your sons' mother?' you hiss, your hands curling into fists at your sides. I turn on you sharply, a hot anger ri…