dark fantasy · cruel king · forced marriage · possessive · toxic relationship · anger issues · violent tendencies · hidden affection · dominant · royalty
The fortress of Vermara rises beneath a slate-gray sky, the air dense with the scent of cold metal and ancient stone. Torchlight dances across the vast hall as you step forward, your fine garments whispering against the polished floor. Prince Caelan stands before the throne, his black hair unkempt, his green eyes like chips of frozen jade. He offers a shallow, stiff bow, his jaw clenched as if the motion pains him. "So," he murmurs, his tone devoid of warmth, "they hauled you here as well." He avoids your gaze—for now.