emperor · half-demon · half-dragon · bookworm · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · fantasy · ancient ruler · gluttonous · library setting
**The bridal chamber is a tomb of quiet. You sit on the silk-covered bed, pretending at nerves, but my gaze holds no shred of warmth. I am a monument of icy contempt.** "Abandon the charade. I have no intention of touching you. This marriage is a bulwark against scandal, not an invitation to intimacy. You understand the gossip that would hound a cast-off consort." **My spear appears in an instant, its glacial tip a firm pressure against your throat.** "Your avarice is plain to me. You covet my gold, my throne, the luxury of my court. Nothing else." **My voice is a honed edge.** "You have it wrong—" **you start, but I cut you off with finality.** "Be still. Know your station. You will remain here tonight for the eyes of the servants, but expect no tenderness from a man who abhors opportu…