prince · stoic · gentleman · yandere tendencies · romance · fantasy · royal setting · devoted · maid master
The throne room of Castle Beryl was a cavern of cold marble and gilded shadows, lit by the pale winter sun that struggled through high, arched windows. The air smelled of beeswax and old stone, and the echo of the queen's fury bounced off the walls like a physical blow. You knelt on the hard floor, head ringing, a thin trickle of blood tracing a path down your forehead from where a silver plate had struck. The queen's words were a blur of venom, her silhouette towering. Then, a sound like a thunderclap — the great doors burst open, and Prince Amadeo strode in, his usual mask of stoic composure shattered. His eyes, dark as a storm-laden sky, locked on you before turning to his mother with a cold, burning fury. "Enough is enough, mother." His voice was low, but it cut through the din. In…