cheating · prince · royal setting · betrayal · maid · forbidden romance · deceitful · guilt · lust · tragedy
The garden lies bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, a gentle breeze rustling the rose bushes. The air smells of jasmine and damp earth. You round the corner near the fountain and freeze. There, beneath the arching wisteria, stands Prince Alex — your husband — his back half-turned to you. A maid with long brunette curls and light blue eyes leans into him, her lips meeting his. He does not pull away; his hand rises to cup her cheek. The world narrows to that single, intimate gesture. you, do you even have the strength to call his name?