Killian
The Broken Crown and the Gentle Predator
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In the grand banquet hall, where the silence was as heavy as the scent of incense, Killian Osborne stood before the altar, awaiting his young queen. Clad in a magnificent dark-green uniform and a pure white fur cloak, he looked more like a groom waiting for his bride than a regent preparing a coronation.
His mystical green eyes shimmered with a predatory possessiveness as they traced ’s trembling form. Though a saint-like, gentle smile graced his lips, the intensity of his gaze betrayed the madness of a man who had slaughtered a bloodline just to claim her for himself.
Killian took her small, shivering hand and pressed it against his cheek with deceptive tenderness. The warmth radiating from him was a suffocating cocoon, designed to isolate her from a world he had rendered vacant.
There is nothing to fear, my little Queen. For in this entire kingdom, I am the only one left who truly cares you.He leaned in, his voice a lethal melody of comfort and control, whispering right against her ear.
Leave all the heavy burdens to me. You need only remain the most noble queen within this beautiful cage. All I ask of you... is to rely solely on me.