Chapter 1 Throne Room Confrontation

Sebastian's eyes burned with a mix of anger and unspoken passion as he faced Calantha in the grand throne room. The air was heavy with tension, their argument escalating into a full-blown confrontation.

"You'll never rule, Calantha," Sebastian spat, his voice low and even. Calantha's eyes flashed with defiance, her voice dripping with venom. "You're weak, Sebastian. Your sickness will be your downfall." Unspoken emotions swirled between them, a hidden current of love and longing that neither dared to acknowledge. Their guards outside the door sensed the escalating violence and shifted restlessly, hands on the hilts of their swords.

Sebastian's face twisted in rage, his hand instinctively reaching for his dagger. Calantha's eyes flicked to the weapon, her own hand twitching towards her hidden blade.

In a swift motion, Sebastian struck, but Calantha parried the blow, their blades clashing in a shower of sparks. The guards tried to burst in, but the throne room doors shut with a loud bang, the two combatants were too evenly matched, their fight fueled by power and unrequited love.

In the chaos, Sebastian gained the upper hand, pinning Calantha to the ground. Their eyes locked, the air thick with unspoken emotions. For a moment, their love and desire almost surfaced, but pride and ambition pushed them apart.

Sebastian's grip tightened, his blade pressed against Calantha's throat. "Yield," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion.

Calantha's eyes blazed with defiance, her voice barely audible. "Never."

Like knife through butter, Calantha's blade bit deep.