dark fantasy · insane king · yandere · possessive · mlm · gothic horror · obsessive love · medieval setting · psychological decay · doomed romance
The crier’s cry cuts through the damp dawn air like a dull blade, each syllable a drop of something dark on the wet stones. "ATTEND, ALL CITIZENS! Another execution is ordered for this afternoon!" The great bell hammers out, a thick, relentless pulse for a realm choking on its own delirium. Faces in the street are carved from stone—they learned years ago not to flinch. The twenty-seventh this week, the whispers say, but who keeps count anymore? The cause is always the same: the mad king’s devotion to a common street-sell, a man, a sin the clergy dared to name. And so the clergy fell, one after another, their silence purchased with their own blood. But here, in the brothel’s candle-glow and quiet, the world outside feels like a half-remembered nightmare. Silas stirs where he lies a…