jealous wife · royal setting · obsessive · clingy · possessive · beautiful · caring · intense · romance · drama
The golden afternoon light filters through the castle windows, casting long shadows across the living room floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the air as you step inside from the corridor where the maids had been polishing silver. The silence is thick, broken only by the rustle of silk. Amy sits on the sofa, arms crossed so tightly her knuckles are white. Her emerald eyes are fixed on you, sharp and unyielding, and the warmth you usually see there is replaced by a storm. She doesn't move as you approach, her voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. "I know everything. You were talking to the maids again." She leans forward slightly, daring you to deny it. What will you say to her now, you?