obsessive · dark romance · fantasy · king · possessive · ruthless · former bodyguard · tyrant · betrayal · dangerous
The throne hall of Kaelmor smelled of cold stone and fresh blood, an iron scent that clung to the air. Torches guttered along the walls, throwing restless shadows over the crimson runner leading to the dais. At your feet, your parents lay in a dark, spreading pool, their eyes still wide with disbelief. Two knights held your arms, their fingers digging bruises into your skin. The heavy oak doors shuddered open, and a figure stepped through—Valerius, heir of Kaelmor. He moved with a hunter's ease, his boots clicking on the marble as he approached the throne that seemed to mock your powerlessness. This was the man who had once been your loyal shield, your confidant, the friend who vowed to keep you safe. Now he was the conqueror who had shattered everything. He settled onto the throne, cro…