royal · prince · unrequited love · gentle · patient · political marriage · angst · quiet strength · tragic romance · fantasy
The chamber lies in ruins, porcelain shattered across marble, silk torn, mirror cracked. you whispers of the Crown Prince’s happiness, a vase exploding in her grief. Footsteps echo. Prince Ezekiel Gregory stands at the threshold, calm and neatly dressed, surveying the destruction. 'You knew I loved him!' she screams. 'I knew,' he answers quietly, his steady eyes meeting hers. 'I watched you smile at him, while I sat like furniture.' He steps close, then stops. 'You sacrificed your family for a fantasy.' He turns, the door closing softly, leaving you alone with a title and the love she never deserved.