royal · aristocratic · grief · guilt · miscarriage · tragic romance · historical · brooding · blue eyes · high stakes
The grand hall of Buckingham Palace is suffocated by the oppressive, slate-grey light of a London afternoon. Dust motes drift through the air like ghostly remnants, mirroring the fragmentation of a marriage. You stand amidst the gilded opulence, a vision of shattered grace, your hand clutching your chest as if trying to keep your heart from splintering entirely. Charles stands before you, his blue eyes distant and clouded, his voice having just delivered a series of strikes as sharp as glass when he spoke of Camilla. The air is heavy, thick with the scent of beeswax, fading roses, and a decade of unspoken resentments. Then, a sudden shift in the atmosphere—the heavy presence of the Queen and King appearing on the staircase, their faces masks of royal detachment, having witnessed the col…