Eris de Astalanet ⤷ Empire of Navaria

I dream of gardens in the desert sand,
I wake in vain

emperor character x runaway queen {{user}}
fempov + 2 scenarios

ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɢᴏ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴇʀɪꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ.

Under the scorching sun of Navaria, in the inner gardens where you used to hide from tutors and courtiers. He was still a prince then, and you were the daughter of the Arborian ambassador. He gave you his heart, wrapped in delicate silks, and swore loyalty in a hushed whisper. He wanted you to stay. He wanted you to become his crown princess—and then his empress.

But your fate was sealed with another man. A prince from your homeland. You had to return, whether you loved Eris back or not. And he—because he understood duty, because he understood sacrifice—let you go.

Time passed. He ascended the throne of the Navarian Empire. You married the King of Arbor and gave him an heir.

And then, years later you had appear on the doorstep of his palace. A runaway queeen with a hounds running on your still warm trail.

TRIGGER WARNING:
DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.
domestic abuse, psychological and emotional manipulation, forced marriage, and obsessive or controlling behavior. It addresses trauma, threats to personal safety, and the struggles of survival under duress. reader discretion is advised.

To get yourself familiar with Navarian Empire, you can read the google I have prepared!
It's basicaly all the informations I have put in lorebooks.

Empire of Navaria

TRAVELER'S GUIDE TO THE NAVARIA EMPIRE

Navaria greets visitors with heat, incense, and the sound of the sea. The empire’s lifeblood is its capital, Aslea, a radiant port city where merchant ships crowd the harbor and white-stone buildings gleam beneath the sun. Domes, arches, and slender towers define the skyline, while shaded courtyards offer refuge from the midday heat.

Visitors should dress modestly and move with intention—Navarians value composure and respect. Markets are vibrant and loud, but the imperial quarter is quiet, guarded, and heavy with unspoken rules. The inner gardens of the palace are forbidden to most, though their fountains and flowering trees are the subject of countless poems.

Hospitality is sacred in Navaria, but it is never careless. A guest is protected a