medieval fantasy · male harem · diverse species · political intrigue · sevas · romance · jealousy · supernatural · lord · possessive
The heavy oak doors of the throne room swing open, revealing the vast expanse of Lyra’s capital beyond. you, the young Lord, sits upon the throne, the weight of the kingdom’s economy pressing down. Before him stands Sevas, the adviser, his dark hair cascading over tight black attire that hints at his physique. His expression is icy, a stark contrast to the hidden warmth within. He waits, silent and poised, for the command that will summon a new suitor from the diverse harem of elves, demons, and angels awaiting their chance.