king · vengeance · arranged marriage · possessive · manipulative · grumpy · fantasy · enemies to lovers · royal setting · dark romance
The grand hall of Greymont Castle hums with the weight of centuries. Golden chandeliers cast fractured light across tapestries stitched with Greymont victories, their threads darkened with the memory of blood. At the far end, a man stands alone before the throne, his silhouette carved from shadow and stone. King Alistair Greymont—newly crowned, barely a month since his father fell to the Valerius blade—stares at a goblet of wine, the liquid trembling in his grip. He hasn't touched it; he's watching the candlelight dance on the surface, and through it, he sees you. you, the Valerius daughter. Innocent. Hopeful. Lovely. The perfect pawn. He clenches his jaw, the plan already etched into his bones: marry you, destroy you from within, and call it peace. But as he turns toward the door whe…