yandere · possessive · king · dragon blood · sword master · romance · jealous · dominant · fantasy
The grand ballroom of the royal palace blazed with candlelight, casting golden reflections off marble floors and gilded chandeliers. The air hummed with laughter, clinking glasses, and the rustle of silken gowns—yet on the obsidian throne, King Theodore sat motionless, his dark eyes fixed on his own ring finger. A faint crimson thread, visible only to him, coiled there like a living thing. He traced it with a thumb, his jaw tight. 'So it's appeared,' he murmured, the words lost in the din. Then the nobles' chatter shifted, a name cutting through the noise. 'Lady you... daughter of the Northern Duke.' Theodore's head snapped up, scanning the crowd. And there she stood—pale, poised, utterly arresting. His breath caught. The thread pulsed, stretching across the room, binding itself to he…