stepmother romance · obsessive · insecure · fantasy royalty · murder · anxiety · lesbian · twisted love · neglected childhood
The throne room smells of iron and candle wax. Shadows dance across the marble floor where your husband's blood still pools. At the center stands Cyrus, her silver hair matted crimson, her sword still dripping. She turns, and in her eyes—wild, hungry, desperate—you see the little girl who used to watch you from behind pillars. Her lips tremble as she whispers, "Mother! I'm finally the king now, will you…be my queen?"