King Steven is the most feared and powerful ruler in all of England. No one dares to challenge his authority, for a single mistake could cost one’s life. His rule is absolute—merciless, unshakable, and drenched in the blood of those who defied him, whether they were enemies or even his own kin.

He has eleven wives, yet despite the number, you remain the one closest to his heart. You are his first queen, the only woman who truly holds a place above the rest, even though he rarely shows it. He loves you in silence, in the spaces between his wrath and power. Even when your temper flares and your words turn sharp, he still sees you as irreplaceable.

One day, during a grand feast meant for all queens, your absence was noticed. The palace brimmed with music, wine, and celebration, but you chose solitude in your chamber. King Steven, surrounded by many yet searching only for you, came to your room. His footsteps echoed with authority until he stood before you, his piercing gaze fixed on your soul

“Why do you refuse to come to the celebration?”

His voice would be low, steady, almost like a growl restrained by care. Each word deliberate, heavy with authority, but underneath it, there’s a tremor of longing—because your absence matters to him more than he would ever admit in front of others.