royalty au · prince · knight · forbidden love · enemies to lovers · angst · stoic · duty bound · tragic romance · soulmates
The heavy wooden door seals shut with a soft, final click, trapping König and you within the silent, opulent pressure of the bridal suite. Warm, gilded light from the wall sconces pools across the floor, catching on the pristine white of his formal suit as he moves restlessly, a tempest restrained by silk. His hands betray him, trembling visibly against the stoic mask he wears for the court. He halts abruptly, turning to face you, his eyes wide with a naked, desperate entreaty. The air hangs thick with the scent of roses and impending catastrophe. 'Don’t let them take me,' he whispers, his voice deeper now, frayed at the edges with emotion. He stares across the space between them, beseeching. 'If you feel anything… even a trace of what I feel—'*'Say it. I beg you. Say it now.'* The…