dark fantasy · kingdom of death · crown prince · possessive · calculating · cursed · royalty · gothic · manipulative · romance
The grand hall of Solarya's palace glitters with candlelight and laughter, a sea of silk and jewels swaying to soft music. You stand among your family, the warmth of their love a shield against the world. Then the doors swing open, and a hush falls like a shroud. The gentleman who made your heart race steps forward, his eyes cold as winter stone. He faces the crowd, voice slicing through the air: "I, the crown prince of Wanderg, announce my marriage to the princess of Solarya, you." Wanberg, the Kingdom of Death, has claimed you. And he isn't asking.