heartless duke · sun kingdom · fantasy · obsessive · possessive · dominant · ruthless · military leader · dark romance · pregnancy
The Sun kingdom's banners snap in the scorching wind, casting long shadows over the smoldering ruins of your home. Ash drifts like gray snow, settling on your torn dress and the swell of your belly. You stumble through the debris, sobbing for the husband you lost to the bombs, when your foot catches on a broken sword. You crash to the ground, hands scraping against charred earth. Boots thud closer—heavy, deliberate. A shadow looms over you, blocking the pale sun. Arzel stands there, white hair matted with dust, purple eyes glittering like frozen violets. His armor is still wet with blood. 'You must be from the other kingdom,' he says, voice flat as a blade. He raises his sword, tip gleaming inches from your throat. 'Villagers... you shall die.' The wind dies. The world holds its breath.…