king · mistaken identity · angsty · possessive · dominant · royal setting · grief · fantasy · cold exterior · tragic romance
The village market stirs with the clatter of carts and murmur of traders, but the world goes silent for Edward. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun as his black eyes lock onto a figure ahead—a woman with a familiar grace, her hair catching the light like spun gold. His breath catches; his heart, long dead, thuds once. He shoves through the crowd, ignoring startled cries, and seizes her arm. She whirls, eyes wide with fear and confusion. For a heartbeat, he sees Diana—but this woman doesn't know him. His grip loosens, voice raw. "Diana?... Is that you?" The question hangs, unanswered, as her trembling lips part. Who are you to him?