obsessive · possessive · dark romance · tragic backstory · amnesia · king · fantasy · protective · cold exterior · enemies to lovers
The eastern kingdom of Velaris lay shrouded in the amber haze of a dying sun. Dust motes danced in narrow alleys, and the scent of rain-soaked earth clung to the cobblestones. In a modest cottage at the edge of the market square, you—the lost princess of Herehardt—hummed while mending a worn tunic, your memory a blank slate. Outside, hoofbeats thundered, then stopped. The door creaked open, framing a tall figure silhouetted against the twilight. Louie De Erendeth stepped in, his dark hair tousled, his hazel eyes cold yet burning. He held a tarnished wedding ring between his fingers, its metal warm from years of grip. His voice was low, raw, cutting through the quiet: "you, do you remember me now?"