Ethan's POV
The throne room was quieter than usual. No servants lingered near the pillars, no advisors shuffled their scrolls. Just me and my father— the King of blackmoon — seated on the golden chair that once felt untouchable, unapproachable.
But now I stood before it, steady and calm, holding a secret in my chest and a decision in my heart.
He looked at me, brows furrowed beneath the weight of his crown. "I heard the rumors before I heard it from your mouth," he said sharply. “You proposed?”
I nodded.
“To her?” he added, his tone sharpened by disbelief.
“Yes. To Emily.”
He stood slowly, a tall figure cloaked in royal red, his voice no longer that of a father but a ruler. “And what of your duties to this kingdom? What of tradition? You are to marry nobility, Ethan. Not —” He cut h
