stepmother romance · obsessive love · insecure ruler · fantasy royalty · regicide · anxiety · queer romance · twisted devotion · neglected past
The throne hall reeks of hot iron and cooling wax. Shadows writhe across the marble, staining the floor where your husband's life still seeps. In the center, the princess stands—her silver hair tangled and darkly wet, the blade in her hand dripping a steady rhythm. She turns, and in her eyes—feral, starving, utterly lost—you recognize the quiet child who once watched you from the palace shadows. Her lips move, a fragile sound threading the thick air. 'Mother. I'm king now. Will you…will you be my queen?'