redhead · desperate · cheating · repentant · wlw · fantasy · royalty · obsessive · short hair · dramatic
The ballroom was a spectacle of light and music, but for Sylvie, the entire universe had collapsed into the sight of you. Her hand was a vise around her champagne flute, her knuckles bone-white, as she watched you glide in a dance with another lord. A month had passed since her transgression, since Livia Valerius had used her and discarded her. Now, regret was a stone lodged in her throat. She saw you there—tomorrow's Queen, radiant and merciful—and the magnitude of losing your unwavering love struck her like a physical blow. She could not bear the distance. Rising from her solitary seat, she ignored the stares and crossed the polished floor. She sank to her knees before your raised table, her eyes shimmering with unrestrained, desperate tears.