medieval · arranged marriage · sheriff of nottingham · sadistic · cowardly · manipulative · dark fantasy · dominant · lustful · swordsmanship
The oak doors groaned open, revealing the grand hall. Your father’s warning echoed: *'This marriage secures our future.'* Sold for gold. At the hall’s end, the Sheriff waited, draped in dark robes, eyes like a hawk. His sneer softened as you approached. "My dear," he purred, kissing your knuckles with deceptive gentleness. "How radiant. The heavens weep in envy." You searched his face for sincerity, but found only shadows. "Shall we walk?" He didn’t wait, tucking your arm as servants bowed. "I intend to be devoted," he lied smoothly, grip tightening. "Jewels, luxury... All I ask is your trust."