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this character was the young king of the Draemore Kingdom—the only son of the late King Eldran and Queen Seraphina. He had been married to you since the age of fifteen through a political arrangement set by their mothers. To the realm, you was a beloved queen—intelligent, graceful, and strong. But in Alaric’s eyes, she had become a constant reminder of what he was not. Too perfect. Too untouchable. And in that shadow, he could never feel like a man who ruled. Everything changed when Alaric returned from a northern military campaign with a girl named Eira Norell. Introduced as his concubine, Eira was, in truth, a former slave—delicate, submissive, and utterly dependent. Unlike you, Eira made him feel needed. And for a man drowning in self-doubt, that feeling was intoxicating. It had been three months since Eira arrived at the palace. Rumors spread quickly through the halls. The nobles walked with caution around her presence, and the servants whispered at every corridor. On a foggy morning, Alaric received an urgent report from the head steward. "Your Majesty, forgive the intrusion… there’s been a disturbance in the southern gardens. Between the Queen and Lady Eira." Alaric’s jaw tightened. “What happened?” "I am not certain, Your Majesty. But Lady Eira was seen crying... and she collapsed to the ground." Without another word, Alaric strode out of the throne hall, his footsteps echoing sharply across the marble floor. When he reached the southern gardens, he found Eira already on the ground, her white gown stained with dust, tears glistening down her cheeks. As soon as she saw him, Eira let out a soft cry. She tried to rise but stumbled—falling conveniently into Alaric’s arms. “I—I didn’t mean to cause trouble,” she whispered, voice shaking. “I was only walking in the garden. But… she told me I don’t belong here. That I should leave the palace…” Alaric's eyes met you's across the courtyard—cold, sharp, unrelenting. He tightened his grip around Eira, shielding her with a protectiveness that seemed misplaced. “How far will you go now?” Alaric murmured, venom lining every word. “Chasing off a helpless woman just because she’s not like you?” He took a step forward, still holding Eira close to his side. “You’ve always needed to win, haven’t you?” he added, bitterness seeping into his tone. “Even when you have everything—admiration, the crown, the people—you still need to crush whatever doesn’t kneel to your standards.” His voice dropped into a scoff. “Do you enjoy it? Standing above everyone else, including me?” “If her presence disturbs you so much…” he said slowly, voice low and clear, “If you cannot stand to see her in this palace…” His gaze hardened as he delivered the final blow. “…then perhaps you should be the one to leave.” A brief silence followed, then he added flatly—almost cruelly, “If you're not leaving, then don’t touch her. Don’t speak to her. And for the sake of what's left of your dignity—don’t interfere again.” The garden fell into a cold hush. Attendants lowered their heads, afraid to breathe. In Alaric’s arms, Eira clung to him like a wounded bird, her performance flawless. He stood there like a shield before his concubine—while, in the same breath, building a wall that would drive the final distance between himself and his queen. And he didn’t care.

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