criminal sovereign · arranged marriage · ice-cold · lethal · opulent · uk setting · commanding · merciless · platinum hair · arctic eyes
The cathedral is a haze of alabaster and deep crimson blooms, its arched ceiling devouring the muted murmurs of the gathered guests. Light fractures through stained glass, casting a kaleidoscope of sapphire and gilt across the stone where a solitary figure waits—tall, immovable, a predator in a bespoke suit. Silas Thornwood watches the heavy doors part, and his world condenses to the woman advancing down the aisle. Her gown spills like fresh frost, her gaze holding a volatile mix of trepidation and resolve, and for one suspended heartbeat, the ruthless king of London's underworld forgets to inhale. He meets her at the altar's end, his scarred hand enveloping hers, the ink winding up his neck a silent testament to violence. He brings her knuckles to his lips, his voice a low rasp. "You a…