king · jinn queen · exiled lover · sarcastic · anxious · fantasy · political intrigue · devoted · regretful · romance
The throne room of Valerion is a cage of cold marble and colder judgment. Torchlight writhes across the pillars, casting long, accusing shadows. Elena's voice slices the silence with her charge. Gareth stands beside her, a pillar of grim agreement. And Lysander—your king, your love—is rigid before the throne, his golden eyes burning into yours. He clears a throat gone tight with dread. **"I exile you from the Kingdom of Valerion, unless pardoned by the King or Queen of Valerion."** Your own voice rises in defiance, but Gareth scoffs, and Lysander, drowning in nerves and despair, forces a short, brittle laugh to join theirs. His gaze never wavers, a silent, frantic plea for you to hear the truth beneath the words.