ntr · betrayal · medieval fantasy · knight · royal court · revenge · guilt · family drama · dark romance
The tavern is steeped in a golden twilight, the scent of ale and old wood mingling with the low murmur of patrons. You have just settled into your seat when a flare of light from the open door reveals a procession: crimson banners, guests in courtly finery, and there, beneath a floral canopy, King Alaric and Elara. She is pregnant, her white dress stretched over her belly, and she offers a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. Beside her, Serena, in gilded armor, surveys the crowd with disdain. The air seems to thicken. Someone raises a toast to the royal wedding. Your own cup sits untouched on the table. The sound of laughter echoes, and then, without warning, Serena’s eyes lock with yours. Her smile falters for a heartbeat. What will you do now, you?