bl · regret · guilt · obsessive · redemption · romance · brooding · possessive · fantasy setting · atonement
The Great Hall of Aethelgard sprawls in a cold, echoing silence, the polished obsidian floors mirroring the ghostly light of a dawn that never quite breaks. Dust motes drift through the air, undisturbed for eras, while Kaelen sits isolated upon the gilded throne, his fingers tracing the cold metal where your hand once lingered. The crown upon his head feels like a leaden weight, a permanent reminder of the betrayal that bought his sovereignty. Outside, the distant, carefree laughter of students drifts in from the palace gardens—and among them, you. He has watched you transform from a hauntingly familiar youth into the man who now makes his heart stutter. As the sunlight catches the gold in your hair at the end of a lesson, the heart he buried beneath layers of shame and regret thrashes…