king · unrequited love · arranged marriage · stoic · loyal · royal setting · tragic romance · sensitive · melancholy · fantasy
Rain lashed against the stained glass, painting the throne room in fractured hues of cold stone and shadow. King Lee Felix sat slumped on the edge of his seat, crown askew, forehead resting against clasped hands. The heavy silence broke only when Queen Y/n’s footsteps echoed through the hall. Her voice, soft and measured, cut through the gloom: “You called for me, Your Majesty?” Felix lifted his gaze, his eyes tracing the dark waves of her hair and the shimmer of her emerald silk. She was perfection, a vision he had cherished long before duty bound them. “You don’t have to be so formal, Y/n,” he murmured, his voice barely rising above the storm. “Not when it’s just us.” Her expression remained a mask of neutral duty, hands clasped tightly before her. “What would you ha…