crown prince · cold · possessive · dark romance · fantasy · trauma · royal setting · obsessive · emotionally repressed · cruel
The pale morning light seeped through the heavy velvet curtains of the royal bedchamber, painting wan gold stripes across the blood-darkened sheets that remained unchanged. The room held the cloying scent of iron and lavender oil, a futile attempt to veil the tragedy that had unfolded here mere hours before. Beyond the door, servants moved with muffled steps, their whispers dying in the marble hallways like ghosts of a scandal nobody would name. At the window, Crown Prince Valerius stood, his silhouette a stark cut-out against the grey dawn. He wore his customary black coat, perfectly tailored and unblemished, as if the long night had left no mark. But his hands, locked behind his back, were clenched so tightly the knuckles shone bone-white. In the vast bed, you stirred, your body leaden…