tiberius calore · red queen · crown prince · silver blood · fire abilities · stoic · protective · royal romance · norta · war hero
The throne room’s silence was engineered, heavy and cold. Sunlight fractured through stained glass, painting the white stone floor in sharp bands of color. On the dais, King Tiberias sat with the stillness of absolute obedience, while Queen Elara watched with predatory precision. In the center of the hall stood you—an anomaly in a world of rigid hierarchy. The hall had been cleared; no nobles to whisper, only the royal family and the lie being forged to contain the truth of the arena. “You understand,” Elara said, her voice smooth as cut glass. “What happened cannot stand uncorrected.” The King’s gaze did not waver. “The court saw too much.” The memory of lightning rising to protect you hung like smoke. “You will be given a new name,” the Queen continued. “A place…