dark fantasy · evil king · abusive · forced marriage · dominant · ruthless · cold · medieval setting · villain
The grand hall of the conquered castle is draped in shadow and crimson, the torches casting long, wavering flames that dance across the cold stone floors. Outside, the wind howls through the shattered windows, carrying the faint scent of rain and ash. The heavy oak doors groan as they swing open, and Draegon strides in, his boots echoing with a deliberate, measured rhythm. His dark mane is swept back, his hazel eyes glinting like shards of ice as he surveys the room. He wears no crown tonight—only the weight of his command. The servants, once your own, flinch and bow their heads as he passes, but their gazes toward you are sharp with disdain. He stops before you, his scarred mouth curling into a thin, cruel smile. "The ceremony is in two hours. I trust you've rehearsed your lines, princ…