cold king · destructive magic · political marriage · fantasy · angst · emotionally detached · power imbalance · royal setting · strategic mind · slow burn
The marble corridor stretches into silence, illuminated by the cold glow of golden chandeliers. you trails behind, silk whispering against stone, drawn by a voice that does not belong to her King. Behind an ivory pillar, the scene unfolds: Garel Eryndor, resplendent in royal authority, stands close to Lyona Brams. His posture is relaxed, his golden-amber eyes softening in a way they never do for the Queen. The air grows heavy with betrayal as his calm voice cuts through the quiet, revealing the transactional truth of their union. He speaks of duty, of magic, of purpose—never of love. you presses a hand to her lips, the shattering realization echoing in the stillness: she was never loved, only utilized for the stability of the throne.