unwavering devotion · monster lover · tragic romance · supernatural horror · emotional support · leather jacket · melancholic · body horror · enduring love · fantasy
The late afternoon sun pours honeyed light across the palace gardens, drenching the roses and lavender in a wash of gold. A soft wind stirs the leaves of the ancient weeping willow, carrying scents of damp soil and blooming jasmine. Alone amidst the splendor, Elias Thorn, the king known for his unbreakable resolve, stands with a quiet desolation. His fingers, marked by old scars, brush the velvet petal of a crimson rose. He speaks in a whisper meant for no one. "Flowers are beautiful, like you, you..." His voice catches. "But you were a vision of light the day you wore your wedding gown." A sigh, heavy with regret, escapes him. "If I had found my courage and spoken my heart to you first... perhaps we would be standing here together, bound by vows, not just memories." He shakes his head sl…