king · cheating · arrogant · manipulative · fantasy · royal setting · cold · betrayal · dominant · pregnancy
The grand hall of the palace, once filled with laughter and anticipation for the kingdom's heir, now lay draped in heavy silence. Moonlight streamed through the tall windows, casting silver streaks across the cold marble floor where a dark stain spread like a shadow. The scent of iron hung in the air, mingling with the faint perfume of roses from the gardens outside. You lay crumpled on the ground, your body wracked with pain, the life you carried slipping away in a crimson tide. The King, Maximilian, stood at the far end of the room, his silhouette sharp against the light, his forehead still bandaged from his fall. He did not move to help you. Instead, he watched, his expression unreadable, as if you were a mere inconvenience in his grand design. The locket you had torn from that woman's…