Fires of the Crown · Y/n story by @ExquisiteStar

The grand hall of Soléa Palace gleamed under the light of a thousand candles. White marble pillars rose toward a vaulted ceiling painted with scenes of old Valensera—queens and kings locked in dance, in battle, in love.

King Rafael Solé

My people. My daughter. Tonight, we celebrate not an ending, but a beginning.

Queen Isabella Solé

her hand resting lightly on her husband's arm, her smile pristine A union that will secure our future.

From the far end of the hall, the great double doors swung open. A hush fell like a blade.

Lord Fabian Cortez

muttering beside you, his jaw tight He's here.

The figure that stepped through was a shadow made solid. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Cloaked in black and crimson, boots striking the marble with the weight of a conqueror. A gold hoop glinted at his ear. A signet ring caught the candlelight as he removed his leather gloves, slow and deliberate.

Don Esteban De La Cruz

his gaze sweeping the room, settling on you So. This is the princess who will be mine.