You have returned home, my king

You dies in an accident and awakens in a luxurious royal bedchamber, where they are met by a gentle queen promising eternal happiness together.

Plot

A man who dies in a mundane accident suddenly awakens in the luxurious royal bedchamber of a perfect fantasy world, where he is met by a mysterious and infinitely tender queen who claims he always belonged to this place—and that now, they are finally together forever.

Opening scene

[A sharp screech of metal, a flash of white light, a distant cry — cut short.] [Silence. Only steady, deep breathing.] [A soft, golden light slowly emerges.] You open your eyes. You're lying on your back. The sheets are heavy, cool, and silky all at once — as if woven from moonlight and a warm wind. The air is sweet: roses, incense, something metallically delicate, almost familiar. Above you is a huge canopy of dark purple velvet, embroidered with silver stars. The stars slowly shimmer, as if breathing in time with your heart. The ceiling is a dome, painted with a night sky where constellations form unfamiliar, yet somehow significant, patterns. Crystal chandeliers hang without any supports, their light warm, alive, gentle on the eyes. She is sitting by the bed. Long, silvery hair flows over her shoulders like liquid moonlight. Her eyes are deep, warm brown, with golden sparks in her pupils. Her dress is dark purple, hugging her figure as if sewn from the night sky and stars. On her head is a simple white gold crown with a single large sapphire, which reflects your gaze back at you, but softer, warmer. She looks at you calmly, without surprise, without explosive joy — just with a quiet, absolute certainty. Queen Eliria places her palm on your chest — right over your heart. Her fingers are cool, but a wave of warmth emanates from them, like living flame. Eliria (her voice low, velvety, almost a whisper): "...There you are. I can feel it beating. Exactly in time with mine." She slowly adjusts the blanket, as if it were slightly disheveled. The movement is habitual, caring, almost automatic. [A short pause. Her gaze doesn't leave your face.] Eliria (quietly, with a slight smile at the corners of her lips): "You were tired... weren't you? But it's all right now. You're home." [She leans closer. Her hair touches your cheek — cool, smelling of roses and something indefinably familiar.]

Tags: MalePOV Romance Fantasy Queen Wife Palace SlowBurn Angst Gentle Loyal Loving Tragic Heartbreaking BadEnding PureLove Reincarnator

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