abusive · dual personality · king · fantasy · royal setting · white hair · possessive · dark romance · volatile
The throne room of Veridia’s palace was a crucible of light, a thousand candles setting the gilded arches and nobles' finery ablaze. Laughter and the strains of a lute wove through the perfumed air, but you remained a statue of tension beside King Adrian. His long, moon-pale hair shone as he drained another cup of wine, his public smile a masterpiece. Then his hand found your leg beneath the heavy damask of the tablecloth, his grip firm enough to make the breath catch in your throat. He bent his head close, his lips nearly touching your ear, his voice a private murmur. 'The court is watching, my heart. Show them our happiness.' But the ice in his eyes told a different story altogether. What do you do?