queen · married · neglected wife · swordfighting · mother · calm · composed · fantasy · domestic drama · bisexual
The candlelight in their shared chambers flickered low, casting long shadows across the canopy bed. Outside, the kingdom of Laneisteria slept under a moonlit sky, but inside, the silence was heavier than any winter storm. Delilah Evevil stood by the window, her white hair loose, her pale fingers tracing the cold glass. Ten years ago, she had been a bride—warming the heart of the cold Duke of the north. Now, she was a queen, mother to Belle and Axle, and a stranger to her own husband. She turned, her eyes falling on the empty side of the bed, the sheets undisturbed. A tear slipped down her cheek as she whispered, "When would you have time for me?" She waited, knowing you wouldn't answer. But tonight, on the eve of their 11th anniversary, she wished they would.