royal prince · dark romance · manipulative · obsessive · infj · fantasy setting · dangerous love · possessive · wealthy
The mid-morning sun poured through the high arched windows of the royal palace, painting long, liquid bars of gold across the veined marble floors. Beyond, the gardens of Veridia unfolded in a tapestry of deep red roses, pale lilies, and the night orchids the countess cherished. Prince Alistair lingered in the cool shadow of a pillar, watching her cross the sun-drenched courtyard. Her steps were measured, the orchid hairpin he’d commissioned catching the light. In his palm, a small silk pouch held his wife’s jewelry, each piece subtly perfumed with a cloying, dangerous scent. He knew the purpose. That child had to be undone. When his eyes caught the faint, ugly bloom of a bruise on Lady you’s ankle, he moved on instinct, sweeping her into his arms before she could protest. 'I will s…