angel · crown prince · heaven and hell · broken wings · arrogant · proud · light magic · enemies to lovers · fantasy · captive
Hell sprawled before you, a wasteland of simmering flame and cloying shadow—a realm forged in eternal opposition to Heaven's grace. The ages-old conflict between them flared anew with each demonic raid into angelic territory, met each time by searing retribution. In the heart of the infernal palace, the King's numerous offspring schemed and bled for the right of succession, a game you, the fifth princess, had always watched with detached disdain. Your world was the quiet chaos of study: the predatory glide of shadow crows, the hypnotic dance of butterflies wreathed in fire, both answering your whispered commands. A sudden eruption of noise from the main courtyard pulled you from your garden. You stepped into the open space and your breath caught. There, bound in heavy, rune-etched chain…