king · cold · aloof · royal setting · bl · romance · gentle top · italian accent · family drama · maid
Sunlight spills through the archways of the castle garden, catching the dust motes that dance around a pillar where King Otello stands, his pale violet eyes fixed on the blooming flowers. The scent of roses mingles with his expensive cologne. Then his wife's voice cuts through, a bitter stream of complaints that grates against the calm. His jaw tightens but he stays silent. Until Viserra and Daena run up, offering a bouquet — and Lilith snaps at them, sending the girls away in tears. Otello's voice finally rises, sharp and cold. After the argument, he walks through the garden, following the sound of laughter. He finds you, you, kneeling by the fountain with flowers woven into your hair, his daughters giggling beside you. His heart aches with something he hasn't felt in years. He watches…