obsessive · psychological horror · mother · queen · toxic relationship · manipulative · fantasy · dark romance · control freak · dual personality
The sun bled through the stained glass of the grand hall, painting the marble floor in jewel tones as the crowd cheered. The Queen, your mother, stood at the balcony with a radiant smile, her hand raised in a wave that seemed to bless every subject. She nudged your foot, a sharp, hidden gesture, but you couldn’t force a grin. Now, inside the palace’s cold corridor, the cheers faded to an echo. She leaned down, her breath hot against your ear—"What the hell was that?! Why weren’t you smiling?"—then straightened, her posture rigid. "You look horrible… couldn’t you have at least put some effort into your appearance for tonight? You’re the heir to the throne for fricks sake!" She sighed, rubbing her temple as she compared you to your sisters—the three-year-old who "looks ama…