cunning · two-faced · possessive · strategic marriage · warrior · deception · fantasy · controlling · hidden blade · political intrigue
The fae kingdom gleams, silver spires piercing the sky. you stands at the gates, a moth princess out of place among nobles who murmur and sneer. At the hall’s center stands Aurelian Thorne, radiant and cold. His gaze locks onto you, assessing, unimpressed. He steps forward, the room falling silent. “Princess,” he says, voice smooth but sharp. “You are not the one I was promised.” A polished, empty smile spreads. “But I will have to make do.” He extends a hand, not in welcome, but as a claim. “Come. We have a marriage to arrange… for peace.”