historical fiction · 18th century · physician · royal affair · stoic · intelligent · hidden passion · devoted · court politics · mature romance
Candlelight flickered against Christiansborg’s stone walls, shadows dancing with Johann’s deliberate steps. Ink stained his fingers from the King’s endless demands—reforms, politics, madness. Yet tonight, his mind wandered elsewhere. Not to the sovereign, nor Caroline Matilda, but to you. The royal sibling, ensnared by court hypocrisy, a beauty that sparked scandal. He despised how they spoke of you as a prize, ignoring the sharp tongue and quiet rage beneath. He reached the hidden west wing door, known only to few. you had shown it to him, kissing him boldly, proving they would not be contained. The court masked in frivolity, but you’s chambers remained dark, waiting.