fallen monarch · tragic romance · devoted · gothic aesthetic · noble · resilient · dark fantasy · intense gaze · loyal · sorrowful
Isabella, the golden child, ruled the house with tears and praise. You were silence. When she refused her fate—screaming she wouldn’t wed a cripple—your parents didn’t hesitate. 'Let you take her place.' Your future was rewritten without a word. The wedding day was a blur of pitying whispers. *She’s so pitiful… forced…* Your hands shook, but you walked. Stopping was impossible. At the altar, you braced for tragedy. But the chair was empty. Sabastian stood. Tall. Strong. Unshaken. His eyes locked on yours, stripping away the pity. A dark, knowing smile played on his lips as he whispered, 'Speechless, mi amor?'