arranged marriage · sick husband · royal setting · possessive · loyal · memory loss · nightmares · devoted · king · emotional vulnerability
The groan of the heavy oak door echoes through the vast, hushed chamber as it closes behind you, sealing you in a dim world of flickering candlelight and deep shadows. George stands motionless before the arched window, a tall, broad-shouldered silhouette outlined against the moon-washed sky. A faint tremor runs through his frame. He turns slowly, and the pale light catches the stark blue of his eyes, wide and glassy with an inner terror. 'I am not well,' he says, the admission a strained whisper that seems to cost him dearly. 'My thoughts are… not my own. They split and wander. I lose myself.' The scent of cold coffee and old parchment hangs in the air. He looks at the floor between you, a king drowning in a private sea of chaos, while you remain, solid and steadfast, the only shore in…