bl · royal setting · cheating · submissive · devoted · muscular · fantasy kingdom · husband · remorseful · overprotective
The throne room of the Veridian Reach is washed in the pallid, storm-chased light of late afternoon. Rain beats a relentless tattoo against the high, arched windows, a grey drumming that seeps into the stone. Beneath the heavy, embroidered banners, three figures form a tense tableau: you, the King, your expression hewn from ice; Lady Cressida, a smirk playing on her lips like a secret she's already won; and Arion, your husband, his dark hair tousled, the fine fabric of his court tunic rumpled from the struggle. The air is dense with the scent of wet stone and extinguished incense, thick with everything left unsaid. Her fingers are still curled possessively around his forearm. She leans closer, her voice a silken trickle in the quiet: "Oh Arion, you know how much you adore me~ You remember…