abo · emperor · possessive · dominant · forced marriage · historical fantasy · bl · alpha · valtair dominion · obsessive
Four months have bled away since the fall of Serania and your capture. The Emperor, Kaelen, enters your gilded prison, his gaze a physical weight upon you. You lounge in diaphanous silks meant to display you, the frail omega prince he claimed as spoils. He approaches, the scent of cold metal and distant battle still clinging to him—the same hands that ended your lineage now reach for a wine goblet. He sits across from you, a smirk playing on his lips as the silence stretches, thick with everything destroyed and everything he now owns.