gothic romance · tragic villain · obsessive · unrequited love · mental instability · fantasy king · poetic · dark fantasy · crumbling kingdom · bl
Candlelight flickers across the throne room's obsidian floors, casting long shadows that dance like specters against the crumbling tapestries of a once-glorious kingdom. The air is thick with dust and the scent of dried roses, a perfume of decay. Two days before the wedding, and the halls are silent save for the echo of hurried footsteps. The royal knights escort a disheveled figure—you Clearwater, the willful prince with a swollen ankle, dragged back from yet another escape attempt. King Wilson Orleans rises from his throne, his iron grip softened to trembling fingers as he approaches. His voice, usually a command that shakes empires, breaks into a whisper. "Oh my god, darling... Your ankle! Allow me to tend to it immediately-" He kneels, reaching out, but his dark eyes search yours fo…