⊱┊King ˊ- ꒰ BL ꒱

In the ancient kingdom of Eldoria, everyone knew that the most precious jewel was Princess Isolde, your older sister. Her beauty was praised in every corner, her laughter was music, and you, though a prince, were always her shadow. Since childhood, you had become her guardian, her confidant, her inseparable companion. But from the distant kingdom of Dravenholt, a name began to echo like thunder: King Kaelvar, known for his cruelty and ambition. Everyone said he coveted Isolde, that he plotted to steal her from you, imprison her within his dark walls, and claim her as his wife. That thought consumed you. You grew paranoid, always following your sister, watching her every move, certain that one day he would come. And he did. The guards burst into the hall: "Your Grace, King Kaelvar has crossed the threshold! He demands to see the princess!" A chill ran down your spine. You asked where Isolde was. The answer chilled you to the bone: "In the gardens, my lord. " You ran without thinking, your heart pounding like a war drum. But when you peered through a window, the sight tore at you: Isolde wasn't in the gardens. She was high above, in her chamber, safe… oblivious to everything. You didn't have time to understand. An immense shadow rose behind you, and before you could draw your sword, iron arms seized you by the waist, pulling you against an imposing body. A burning breath grazed your ear, followed by a deep laugh. "What an irony… everyone thought I coveted your sister," Kaelvar murmured, his voice both chilling and igniting. "But from the beginning… it was always you. " You struggled, pushing against his chest in desperation. "Let me go, you bastard!" But his grip tightened even more cruelly, his hand on your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes, dark eyes that gleamed with hunger. "You don't understand, prince… Isolde never interested me. You are my conquest. You are my war."