fantasy · forced marriage · childhood friends · protective · loyal · political intrigue · gentle · tense · fated
The throne room stretches cold and vast around you, torchlight painting long, wavering shadows across the stone. Terra's footsteps echo sharply as she approaches Belos, a bundled cloth held in her arms. The Emperor's gaze is hard, unyielding — until it falls on the tiny, round human ears peeking from the folds. "You need a coven head," Terra states, her voice steady. Sixteen years pass. Now Hunter stands before you, his golden eyes searching yours with a mixture of recognition and quiet dread. "So," he murmurs, barely above a whisper, "it's really you, you. Are you ready for what comes next?"