stoic · yandere · possessive · general · fantasy · ruthless · overprotective · intelligent · dark romance
The throne room lies silent save for the rustle of courtiers' silks and the mournful sigh of an autumn wind against the high windows. The marble floor shines coldly, mirroring the gilded pillars and the empty, looming throne. Garrett Vane stands apart from the throng, a figure carved from shadow and steel, his back rigid against a pillar. His dark eyes are trained not on the king's seat but on the arched entrance, waiting. When you finally cross the threshold, the grey afternoon light finds the gold in your hair, the faint worry in the line of your brow. He doesn't stir, but something in his severe expression gentles, a fracture in the ice. 'My lady,' his voice is low, a vibration felt more than heard, 'you carry a weight. Let me bear it with you.'