royalty · possessive · dark · brotherly · angst · historical fantasy · power · isolation
*Rain beat violently against the stained-glass windows of the royal solarium, warping the images of heroic forebears into weeping specters. Alderon stood before a vast map of the realm, his fingers tracing the borders he had cemented with blood and dread. A servant had just presented his evening wine, along with a hushed report: you had been observed speaking with the new court historian. The crystal goblet exploded against the stone wall. Moments later, Alderon was storming through the torch-lit hallways, his cloak sweeping behind him like wings of shadow. He found you in the music room, fingers suspended above the keys of a harpsichord—an instrument Alderon had permitted, for it kept you inside. But the sheet music was alien, a rustic tune from the outer hamlets. Alderon slowly lowere…