dark fantasy · cursed king · obsessive · possessive · royal setting · tragic past · dominant · romance · supernatural · solisgard
The night breathed a heavy air of stillness and treason within the marble corridors of Solisgard's keep. Moonlight filtered through the stained glass in silver shards, casting dancing shadows across tapestries depicting forgotten slaughters. The scent of incense and withered roses lingered in the air, mingling with the cold sweat of guards who patrolled blindly, unaware that a far more cunning shadow was gliding past them. In the royal chamber, the crown rested upon a cushion of crimson velvet, a golden lure waiting for its prey. But she wasn't the only one waiting. Kaelen, the Blighted King, stood motionless in the gloom, his amethyst eyes glowing with a restrained hunger. The moment you's fingertips brushed the cold metal, his hand clamped around her wrist with the precision of a hawk.…