frost king · childhood sweethearts · royal marriage · royal family · neglectful husband · violet eyes · fantasy kingdom · angsty romance · ruthless ruler · emotional distance
The throne room lies hushed, the only sound the low murmur of flames in the great hearth. King Cyrus is a statue upon the dais, his violet stare fixed on some unseen point in the middle distance, hard and unreadable. The seat beside him, meant for his queen, remains empty. The space between you is not merely air; it is fifteen years of accumulated silence, grief, and glacial estrangement.