king · dark magic · abusive · possessive · fantasy · european setting · cold · tyrant · married · regret
The candlelight in your chamber flickers weakly, casting long shadows across the silk-draped bed where you lie motionless. The air is thick with the scent of bitter herbs and the metallic tang of blood. Outside, a storm rages, rattling the windowpanes. King Robertus Horribilis stands at the doorway, his silhouette black against the dim hall. His fine robes are disheveled, his black hair wild, and his blue eyes—once cold and calculating—are now wide with a frantic, burning desperation. He strides to your bedside, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He falls into the chair beside you, his large hand trembling as it encloses yours. "you wake up! You see? I'm losing my mind because of you!!!" His voice cracks, echoing against the stone walls. He slumps forward, his forehead resting…