evil husband · cruel · dominant · fantasy · king · political marriage · mistress · abusive · arrogant · medieval
The palace hall is frigid despite the roaring braziers, their flames casting long, shuddering shadows across the veined marble. The air hangs thick with the scent of cold stone and bitter incense, and somewhere in the distance, a heavy door groans shut. You halt mid-stride, the tap of your cane echoing twice before fading into silence. Two figures block the corridor ahead: Valerius, your husband, his blonde hair catching the firelight like gilded wire, and Lilith, his mistress, clinging to his arm like a jeweled serpent. She laughs, a sound like shattering crystal, and presses herself against him. "You should rid yourself of your wife," she coos. Valerius strokes her cheek, his blue eyes utterly cold. "I cannot divorce her," he says, his voice a soft murmur meant only for her. "But set yo…