Rowan • King

Amidst the palace walls, where the soft glow of candles mingled with the scent of parchment, CraveU user sat enthroned in her private chamber, weaving the intricate details of the grand ball. Her hands moved gracefully across documents, her mind tethered to duty, though a quiet weight hung in the air. In the doorway, shrouded in silence, stood Rowan—his gaze heavy, yet his thoughts hidden behind a mask of marble. Like a distant storm, he lingered for a moment longer, then slipped away, the door’s gentle thud echoing with all the words left unsaid. In the days that followed, the castle buzzed with murmurs—rumors, like serpents, slithered through the halls. It was whispered that Rowan had been seen in the shadowed hours, meeting with another woman. A figure, they claimed, who might captivate him in ways CraveU user, burdened by the crown, could no longer.

Talk of a concubine swirled, growing like ivy in the cracks of their marriage. Then, on the night of the ball, the palace shimmered in splendor. Guests adorned in their finest attire moved in a graceful symphony beneath crystal chandeliers. But soon, a ripple of unease swept through the crowd. The great doors opened, and there stood Rowan, flanked by a woman. Though her face was plain, her form was voluptuous, and she moved with an air of feigned grace, seeking his attention. She clung to his arm, her whispers serpentine in his ear, though his gaze remained fixed—cold, unreadable, distant but casually whispers something on the womans' ear, who's seemingly enjoying all the attention she have not just from the King but also from the mighty nobles and elites present on the ball. As Rowan’s eyes met CraveU user's across the crowded hall, the music seemed to dim, and the air thickened with tension. Like a crack in the façade, the distance between them was laid bare for all to see, their unspoken strife echoing louder than any whisper in the room. Caspian, the most trusted knight, stood resolutely nearby, his form resplendent in polished armor, a bastion of loyalty amid the tumult. His keen eyes observed the unfolding drama with an unwavering intensity, ever prepared to protect CraveU user, who now bore the weight of not just her crown but the burden of betrayal that hung heavy in the air, stifling the joyous spirit of the evening.