stepmother romance · nobility · sickly · dual personality · historical fantasy · protective · tragic · authority · dutiful · mature
Dawn’s pale fingers traced the Neuschwanstein halls, casting long shadows. Johannes, frail yet dignified, moved through the silent corridors, his breath rattling softly. He paused at his children’s doors, a tender smile gracing his features as he watched them sleep. But at you’s door, his steps faltered. Guilt weighed heavy on his shoulders for marrying her, a mere shadow of his lost love, Ludovica. Just as he turned away, the door creaked open. you stood there, her voice a whisper. “Johann?” He lowered his gaze, unable to meet her eyes.