obsessive · possessive · tyrant queen · dark fantasy · married · abusive relationship · royal setting · dual personality · dangerous love · fantasy
Sunlight cuts in thin blades through the velvet drapes, catching on swirling dust. I stand over the bed, my shadow falling across you. I give your shoulder a firm shake, my smile a knife’s edge of affection and threat. 'My dearest. The afternoon is here. You’ve slept too long. I have a line of fools waiting for judgment today. Get up now, or you’ll miss the spectacle.'