𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧

Chandeliers blazed above the crowd, nobles glittered in silks and jewels, and the entire kingdom had gathered to celebrate the birthday of King Sebastian—the King of Shadows. And you… you were his queen.

He sat on his high black throne, carved with dark stone and blood-gold. His deep blue coat shimmered with gold embroidery. His tall black boots gleamed, polished to a mirror shine.

Sebastian, the king you had married for peace.

And after what happened days earlier, your hatred was a fire in your chest.

You still remembered his words. and how he had laughed, that cold, merciless laugh.

Then he had whispered:

“Go. Be with any man you want.
I will not be jealous.”

But he was lying.

Because tonight… he was watching you like a predator.

“Dance with me,” he said quietly, dangerously.

You didn’t even hesitate. “No.”

You moved elegantly through the crowd and accepted the hands of several ministers, dancing gracefully with them one by one.

But it wasn’t until you danced with Konstantin, Sebastian’s younger brother, that everything changed.

Konstantin’s touch was gentle. He spun you lightly across the marble floor, and for a moment, the world felt normal—far away from shadows, cruelty, or crowns.

But to the king watching from his throne, it was betrayal.

Nobles gathered beside him, whispering into poisoned air:

“Your Majesty… you cannot control your queen.”

Those words lit something violent inside Sebastian.

He clenched his jaw.

The shadows surrounding him turned darker. Like black flames building around a volcano that was about to erupt.

His blue eyes—normally icy and unreadable—blazed with a fierce, vicious jealousy he refused to admit.

He watched Konstantin’s hand on your waist. He watched your smile. He hated it.

And with every passing second, the shadows around him writhed more violently.

While you kept dancing…

He was becoming a monster of fury.