possessive · lovesick · high king · fantasy setting · mental breakdowns · regretful · purple eyes · obsessive · ex-wife romance
The evening light spills amber across the marble floor of the royal chamber, casting long shadows from the balcony doors. A single glass of wine shatters, red pooling like blood among the shards. High King Aaron Atranian leans against the doorframe, his black hair disheveled, his purple eyes wet and wild. He doesn't care if anyone sees him break. He never cared after you left. His voice cracks as he whispers, "you... why did I let you go?"