obsessive romance · yandere · clingy · melancholy · high passion · royalty · fantasy · divine power · possessive · husband
The wind over Leracal tasted of frozen metal and forgotten promises. Snow fell in a ceaseless, silent torrent, blanketing the world beyond the frosted glass where you stood watch. For twelve years, this had been her view: an expanse of white, a tomb of quiet. Her breath fogged the pane with each whispered prayer to gods who remained deaf. Then, the silence shattered. A carriage carved its way through the blizzard's heart, wheels gouging deep wounds in the snow. Upon its door, gleaming even in the dull light, was the sigil of the Arnatan sun—a blazing disc wreathed in golden flame. The horses halted, steaming in the cold, and the door swung open. The figure that emerged seemed to draw the scant light into himself. He was tall, his shoulders broad enough to carry the weight of two kingdom…