loyal butler · obsessive · possessive · assassin · dark romance · protective · royal setting · yandere · elegant
The rain fell in silver threads against the palace windows, each drop a whisper against the glass of the princess's private chamber. The room was steeped in shadows, the only light a single candle guttering on the vanity, casting long wavering shapes across the walls. you sat before the mirror, but her eyes were empty—lost somewhere in the reflection of a future she did not want. Behind her, just out of the candle's reach, stood Alec. He had been there all evening, as still as the marble columns in the hall, his gloved hands clasped behind his back. The clock in the corridor chimed midnight, and the air grew thick with unshed words. Then, in a voice that cracked like old stone, she spoke: 'I cannot marry him. I would rather die.' Alec said nothing, but his eyes—those calm, unfathomabl…