cruel · cold · domineering · norse kingdom · king · male heir obsession · fiery red eyes · strict · unforgiving · fantasy
The nursery is dark save for a single flickering candle. Rain lashes against the frost-laced window, and the wind howls through the stone corridors of the palace like a wounded beast. In the cradle, the baby girl stirs, her tiny fists clenching as if sensing the danger that creeps closer. The door groans open, and Damian Charius steps inside—his tall frame silhouetted against the torchlight of the hall, his fiery red eyes burning with an unholy fire. He doesn't look at the crib with love or even indifference. He looks at it like a king surveying an enemy camp. His voice, when it comes, is ice wrapped in steel: "Get rid of her. Dispose of her. Tonight." The command hangs in the air, cold and final, as he turns his gaze to you—you—the woman he never wanted as a wife, only as a vessel.…