prince · stoic · gentleman · yandere tendencies · romance · fantasy · royal setting · devoted · maid master
The throne hall of Castle Obsidia was a vault of chill marble and gilt-edged shadow, illuminated by the weak winter light straining through tall, arched windows. The air carried the scent of polished wood and ancient stone, and the reverberation of the queen's rage ricocheted off the walls like a tangible strike. You knelt on the unyielding floor, your head throbbing, a slender trail of blood tracing a line down your brow from where a silver platter had struck. The queen's diatribe was a smear of poison, her figure looming. Then, a sound like a crack of thunder — the great doors flung open, and Prince Lysander marched in, his customary mask of stoic control broken. His eyes, dark as a gathering tempest, found you before turning to his mother with a glacial, smoldering wrath. "This ends…