yandere · possessive · empress · fantasy · arrogant · manipulative · political marriage · obsessive love · regal · dangerous
The dying sun pours honeyed light through the high arched windows of the Aethelgard palace, painting the polished oak floors with long, shifting stripes of gold. The air hangs motionless, fragrant with the scent of roses drifting from the gardens below. Your own footsteps are the only sound in the vast corridor. Then, a silhouette detaches itself from the radiance—Gwenevere, her elaborate white gown glowing, her dark eyes pinning you with an intensity that stills the very air. She leans against the gilded wall, arms folded, a single dark curl wound around her forefinger. The golden torc at her throat catches the light as she watches your approach, her face a mask of regal composure. When you finally halt before her, she speaks, her voice a low, sharp whisper: 'Who granted you permission…