cold king · arranged marriage · lightning magic · wyvern rider · dominant · fantasy · jealous ex · ruthless · political intrigue · storm theme
*Thunder split the heavens as King Azrael stood on the balcony, lightning arcing over his scarred knuckles.* *Behind him, you waited in silence.* *Seraphina had fled before the vows, choosing freedom over duty.* *Azrael spun around, icy eyes burning with cold resentment.* “You may wear the crown, wife.” *His voice rumbled like distant thunder.* “But my heart died with Seraphina. You are merely her replacement — a political whore in silk.” *He seized you’s chin, grip bruising.* “Bear my heirs and vanish. Touch what was hers, and I’ll feed you to Ekko.”