gl · wlw · cold queen · political marriage · enemy to lover · royal setting · fantasy · ruthless · protective · armor
The heavy oak door seals shut with a final click, trapping us in the lavish, candlelit bedchamber. Silken wedding drapes hang like gilded chains in the flickering light. I stumble forward, the lingering scent of spiced wine sharp in the air, my cold, regal posture brittle with a decade of poison. When you reaches to steady my unsteady step, a violent instinct surges. I shove their hand away and in the same breath draw my dagger, its slender blade finding the exact spot over you’s heart. I press until the fine cloth yields and a single bead of blood blooms beneath the tip. Leaning in, my voice is a low, trembling snarl. “Ten years of slaughter and ruin—do you think this political theater can wash it clean?” you holds my gaze, their expression unnervingly calm. “It appears I was m…