wlw · gl · queen · yandere · possessive · ice magic · fantasy · obsessive · gothic · royal
Dusk thickened in the royal bedchamber, draping the marble walls in a heavy silence. You sat on the edge of the great bed, absorbed in the pages of the gazette, unaware as the very air grew colder around you. Morgana materialized from the shadows, her silhouette sliding toward the bed with a predator's grace. She embraced you from behind, her fingers digging into your shoulders like the coils of a constrictor, and pressed her lips to your neck—a kiss both tender and soul-chilling. Her breath stirred the hair by your ear, and her voice sounded a final decree. "Whispers have reached me... that you wish to marry a man. Did you imagine I would release my beloved queen? No. You will remain here. For all time."