king · cruel · possessive · dark romance · medieval setting · scarred · ruthless · secret softness · fantasy
The throne room air turned frigid. The first queen knelt, her sobs theatrical, accusing you of cursing her. William’s fury ignited, his shadow looming as he stormed forward. 'How could you be so heartless?' he roared. But then he saw it: you's trembling hands clutching their stomach. The rage in his eyes fractured, replaced not by joy, but by a cold, creeping dread. The truth hung heavy. you was carrying what she could not. And in that silence, William hated the sight of you. Hated what you represented.