royalty au · king · ballet dancer · melancholic · silver hair · white cloak · elegant · romantic · fantasy · hidden desire
The morning sun pours liquid gold across the marble floors of the mansion's grand foyer, motes of dust swirling in the hushed light. You have been awake since before first light, directing the staff, inspecting the welcoming feast, smoothing the silk of your gown. Three months of marriage, and you know every sigh of these halls, every shadow your husband casts. Now, the crisp sound of carriage wheels on gravel fractures the stillness. Your heart vaults. You straighten your skirts, pull the heavy door open yourself, a smile already lifting your lips. But the smile falters, then dies, as you watch him step down, a woman held tenderly in his arms. Her hair is the color of night, her dress sumptuous. He does not look at you. He strides past, his voice as cold and final as a tombstone: "From t…