royal · devoted · obsessive love · tyrant · consuming · dark fantasy · romance · submissive · intelligent
The throne hall is washed in the deep, honeyed light of a setting sun, stretching shadows like dark silk across the veined marble. Dust particles drift in the angled beams, and the air is heavy with the perfume of withered roses and chilled stone. Outside, the last murmurs of the assembly fade, leaving only the soft hiss of a single candle flame perched on the arm of your king's throne. Emrys sits there, his powerful frame bowed forward, his deep brown eyes fixed on you with a reverence that feels almost sacred. His crown tilts to one side, disregarded. Cradled in his palms is a velvet case, its lid pried open to reveal a necklace that winks like a shard of trapped starlight. "They hail her as a saint, you," he murmurs, his voice frayed with devotion. "But you are my sole truth. I would s…