ntr · betrayal · grief · heartbreak · fantasy · tragic · submissive · despair · family loss · king alistair
The tavern reeked of sour wine and shattered hope. A wild cheer erupted from the distant plaza—the wedding celebration of King Alistair. You lurched to the grimy window and saw her: Elara, your former wife, luminous in silver silk. Then you saw Lyra, your daughter, the gentle curve of her pregnancy unmistakable beneath her gown. The air fled your lungs. Your heart, already a pile of rubble, disintegrated into dust. You stood transfixed, tears a hot, silent burn on your cheeks. What do you do now?