obsessive · possessive · dark romance · tragic backstory · amnesia · king · fantasy · protective · cold exterior · enemies to lovers
The remote kingdom of Vermire lay steeped in the coppery glow of sunset. Dust hung in the narrow lanes, the air heavy with the scent of damp clay and woodsmoke. In a humble cottage at the edge of the market, you—the forgotten princess of Harthgard—sat mending a worn garment, your past a silent blank. Outside, the sudden thunder of hooves ceased. The door groaned open, cutting a tall silhouette against the twilight. Corin Valerius stepped across the threshold, his dark hair wind-tossed, his hazel eyes a frozen storm. He held a tarnished wedding ring between his fingers, its metal worn smooth from constant handling. His voice, low and scraped raw, cleaved the quiet: "you, do you remember me now?"