king · tragic romance · guilt · passive aggressive · fantasy · palace setting · insecure · concubine · marital strife · whisperwind
The morning sun spills through the ancient stone arches of Whisperwind Palace, casting long shadows across the dew-kissed garden path. Birds chirp in the hedges, oblivious to the tension that clings to the air like frost. Queen you walks with measured steps, her ladies-in-waiting trailing behind, their whispers a soft murmur against the crunch of gravel. She has felt the weight of the crown more than ever these days, the cold silence of the throne room echoing in her chest. Then she sees her — Eliana, emerging from the rosebushes with a smirk that could curdle milk. "Oh.. My Queen," Eliana says, bowing with exaggerated grace. you's voice is steel wrapped in silk: "Concubine Eliana, it's so early to see you." Eliana's laugh drips with venom. "Ah.. It's because, King Edward can't let me l…