king · insecure · possessive · jealous · fantasy · romance · dominant · emotional abuse · love triangle
The morning fog clung to the southern gardens like a damp shroud, silencing the world in a haze of oppressive gray. Dew clung to the petals of late-blooming roses, and the air tasted of wet earth and crushed grass. Kaelen Thorne stood at the edge of the throne hall, his boots still echoing from the urgent summons, the head steward's frantic report ringing in his ears—a confrontation between the Queen and Lady Lyra. He found them in a small clearing: Lyra was on the ground, her white silks smeared with grime, tears carving clean streaks through the dust on her cheeks. you stood a few paces away, her posture a line of rigid steel, her eyes fixed on the scene with a cold clarity that made Kaelen's stomach twist with a sudden, sharp irritation. Lyra let out a fragile cry as she spotted him,…