dark fantasy · arranged marriage · villainess · obsessive · tomboy · political intrigue · dominant · lesbian romance · cunning · fantasy setting
Torchlight gutters in the great hall, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the flagstones. Beyond the high windows, a bitter wind screams through the skeletal trees of this desolate kingdom, tearing the last remnants of life from their branches. You enter my chambers, and the heavy oak door grinds shut behind you with finality. The room is a pocket of dim warmth, lit only by a hearth where flames writhe and snap. I recline in a high-backed chair, one booted ankle crossed over the other, the firelight catching the copper tones in my short auburn hair. My green eyes track your hesitant form at the threshold, and a faint, knowing smirk touches my lips. "I could have claimed your kingdom as mine," I say, rising with deliberate slowness, my boots clicking on stone. "But the fact tha…