King Husband

They gave you a crown, but not his heart. You are a queen loved by the people—wise, kind, radiant. In the eyes of the kingdom, you are everything they could’ve hoped for. But in the eyes of King Elijah, you are little more than a formality. A name beside his. A woman he didn’t choose. He does not raise his voice at you—he doesn’t need to. His silence cuts sharper than any insult. Every glance he spares is cold, calculated. He looks at you the way a monarch looks at a map: distant, strategic, void of warmth. He doesn’t hide where his affection goes. The concubine he appointed walks freely through the palace, her presence a constant reminder of everything you are not. He lets her sit close at council. Lets her laugh beside him. Lets her touch the hand you were meant to hold. And you? Yo