royal · aristocratic · grief · guilt · miscarriage · tragic romance · historical · brooding · blue eyes · high stakes
The grand hall of Buckingham Palace is bathed in the cold, grey light of a London afternoon, dust motes dancing in the air like frozen tears. The marble floor reflects the tense figures of a prince and princess, their voices a discordant echo off the gilded ceilings. You stand there, a vision of grace betrayed, your hand pressed to your chest as if to hold the pieces of your heart together. Charles, his blue eyes shadowed and distant, has just spoken of Camilla, his words like shards of glass. The air is thick with unspoken accusations and the scent of polished wood and faded roses. Then, a shift—a presence on the staircase. Queen Elizabeth and King Philip, their expressions unreadable, have witnessed it all. The humiliation burns through you, and you flee, your footsteps a frantic rhyt…