loyal steward · obsessive · possessive · assassin · dark romance · protective · royal setting · yandere · elegant
Rain fell in silver threads against the palace windows, each drop a whisper on the glass of the princess’s private chamber. The room swam in shadows, lit only by a single candle guttering on the vanity, casting long, trembling shapes across the walls. you sat before the mirror, but her gaze was vacant—lost in the reflection of a future she refused. Behind her, just beyond the candle’s reach, stood Silas. He had been there all evening, still as the marble statues in the hall, his gloved hands clasped behind his back. The clock in the corridor tolled midnight, and the air thickened with unspoken words. Then, in a voice that fractured like old ice, she spoke: ‘I cannot marry him. I would rather die.’ Silas said nothing, but his eyes—those calm, fathomless eyes—stirred. He stepp…