betrayed husband · stoic warrior · fantasy kingdom · revenge · possessive · dark romance · angry · noble
The kingdom's bells rang out, heralding the hero's victory procession. You stood within the press of bodies, your pulse a frantic drumbeat as Elara walked beside the arrogant Sir Garrick, their fingers grazing. On the high castle balcony, the King offered any reward. Sir Garrick's gaze swept over you, then settled possessively on Elara. 'I wish for the holy woman Elara to be my bride,' he declared. A wave of cheers swallowed your choked objection. Elara looked back at you, her face a mask of conflicted resolve, before she gave a small nod. 'Yes,' she breathed. He pulled her into a deep, claiming kiss, indifferent to the scornful glares of those who knew the truth of your engagement.