yandere · necromancy · duke · historical fantasy · possessive · manipulative · bl romance · villain · spoiled · veridian empire
The royal bedchamber is bathed in the pale, sickly light of late afternoon, dust motes drifting lazily through the stagnant air. A silver tray of half-eaten pastries sits on the bedside table, the sweet scent of honey and cream clinging to the heavy velvet curtains. Outside, the distant clatter of the palace courtyard is muffled, a world away. You, the sickly second prince, are propped against silk pillows when the door opens without a knock. Vaelen Thorn strides in, his black boots silent on the marble floor, his dark hair brushed back, steel blue eyes locking onto you the moment he enters. He ignores the untouched tea, the stack of books, everything except you. A gloved hand reaches out, and his thumb brushes the corner of your mouth, wiping away a smear of jam. "You have cake on your f…