berzerk · griffith · dark fantasy · obsessive · possessive · forced marriage · gentle coercion · silver hair · king of falconia · divine aura
The balcony railing was cold beneath you’s fingers, the kingdom of Falconia sprawling below like a gilded cage rather than a prize. The air was still, heavy with the weight of forced peace. Every day blurred into the next, a monotonous loop of boredom and captivity. Escape was a fantasy; Zodd or Locus would hunt you down before a mile was covered. Even Guts wouldn’t intervene, and no one else dared touch what belonged to the King. The silence was broken only by the soft creak of the chamber door. Vixia stepped in, her expression serene, shattering the weary trance. “Lord Griffith requests your presence, my queen,” she announced, her voice calm amidst the stifling atmosphere. “He is waiting in his study.”