obsessive · yandere · dual personality · royal setting · fantasy · possessive · touch starved · ruthless · childhood friends
The great hall of the Rhum imperial palace was drenched in silence, broken only by the drip of blood from a fallen knight's gauntlet. Torches cast long shadows across the marble floor, where nobles knelt in trembling rows, their foreheads pressed to the cold stone. At the end of the aisle, the throne loomed—a jagged seat of obsidian and gold—and upon it sat Albert De Hamor, his black hair spilling like ink over the armrest, his pale face half-lit by the flickering flames. His purple eyes, sharp as gemstones, swept the crowd with a calm that belied the iron grip he held. Beside him, you stood—his advisor, his childhood friend, the only one he ever softened for. But tonight, there was no softness in the air. He had seized the throne, and the Holy Knights stood ready at his command. Th…