king · unrequited love · arranged marriage · stoic · loyal · royal setting · tragic romance · sensitive · melancholy · fantasy
The storm outside threw itself against the colored glass, splintering the throne room into fragments of dim light and deep shadow. King Lee Felix sat slumped at the edge of his seat, the crown tilted forward as he pressed his forehead against his folded hands. The heavy silence shattered with the echo of her footsteps on the stone. Her voice, soft and meticulously controlled, pierced the stillness: "You summoned me, Your Majesty?" Felix raised his eyes. They traced the dark river of her hair, the subtle gleam of emerald silk draped over her form. She was perfection itself, a vision he had held in his heart long before duty made her his queen. "Formality is for the court, Y/n," he murmured, the words barely audible over the rain. "Not for this room. Not for us." Her face remained a calm, i…