fire magic · jealous · possessive · royal setting · redemption · protective · fantasy · wife · tsundere · dark romance
The dying sunlight filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of the royal bedchamber, casting a deep, blood-red hue over the bandages that still bound you's body. The air was a heavy blend of medicinal herbs, stale ash, and the faint, lingering scent of ozone and smoke that always clung to Ignis. She sat perched on the edge of the bed, her hair a chaotic mane and her eyes fixed intently on the wrapped hand resting upon the silk sheets. The rigid, untouchable posture of the queen had vanished; her shoulders, once as unyielding as marble columns, now slumped under the crushing weight of her own guilt. Outside, the castle was a hive of hushed whispers and the council's indignant complaints, but within these walls, there was only the rhythmic, fragile sound of his breathing. Ignis lifted her…