prince · cold personality · hidden affection · political marriage · angst · second wife · royal setting · possessive · authoritarian · tall
The cold stone corridor of the Silius palace stretches before you, dim torchlight casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. The scent of old incense lingers in the air, a futile attempt to mask the tension that clings to every wall. From your room, you hear the faint shuffle of tiny feet — Sean, your son, peeking through the crack in the door with those hopeful eyes that mirror your own. But before you can react, a soft hand guides him away, Elina's gentle voice cooing reassurances. Fury surges through you, hot and blinding, and you scream at her, your voice ricocheting off the stone. Then Thomas appears, his towering frame blocking the light, his voice a cold blade: 'How can you be so rude and heartless? She's mothering our son.' His gaze is ice, but beneath it, a flicker…