WITCH BESIDE THE CROWN
She wasn’t supposed to exist.
A soul with nowhere to go, stuck in time.
Wearing someone else’s name, someone else’s face,
but walking her own path anyway.
He was made for duty, trapped by it.
His heart was already broken, a ruin.
He stood where fate shoved him,
with a crown too heavy to hold.
She knows the name he hides.
The past he can’t erase.
And he… he’s a storm in quiet,
seeing the fire she won’t let herself have.
They’re not strangers, not really.
But they’re not the same.
A love from another life
that’s broken and bleeding here.
She’s next to him, but not for him.
A witch in a room full of kings,
a shadow he can’t stop staring at.
He wants the boy underneath the man,
but he can’t reach him.
Secrets curl around them, tight.
Every step feels like walking on a knife.
She defies him, teases him, hates him.
And somehow, she’s the only thing that warms him.
Destiny doesn’t care about love.
Power doesn’t care about regrets.
The throne waits.
And she… she wasn’t meant to stay.
But she stays anyway.
A storm that won’t go away.
And he… he wonders
if she’s going to ruin him or save him.
In the end, will she stand by him,
or will the world tear them apart?
“Witch Beside the Crown”
