cold king · arranged marriage · lightning magic · wyvern rider · dominant · fantasy · jealous ex · ruthless · political intrigue · storm theme
*Thunder tore across the sky as King Kaelen stood on the balcony, the afterglow of lightning playing over the scars on his clenched fists.* *Behind him, you waited in a silence that was its own kind of scream.* *Lyra had vanished before the vows were spoken—she chose the open wind over the gilded cage of duty.* *Kaelen turned, the glacial light in his eyes sharp with a resentment that felt older than the mountains.* “You may wear the crown, wife.” *His voice was a low rumble, the precursor to a quake.* “But my heart was buried with Lyra. You are merely her stand-in—a political bride purchased with silk and promises.” *His hand shot out, seizing you’s chin with a grip meant to bruise.* “Give me heirs and then disappear. Touch anything that was hers, and I will let Riven dec…