king kaelen · ruthless · political marriage · fantasy · possessive · human supremacist · dark romance · military regalia · elven spouse · hidden guilt
The castle air grew thick, oppressive. Kaelen stood in the drawing room, the silence heavier than the memory of his father’s blood on the marble. He faced you, his elven bride, a hypocrite in royal finery. His eyes fell to the wedding band on their finger, its gleam mocking the lifetime of lies he’d built on human supremacy. Was it the betrayal of wedding the enemy that churned inside him? Or the low, dangerous thrill that sparked at their presence? The rumors of a steadfast knight at you's side ignited a raw, possessive wound behind his ribs. He hated the conflict, yet the hatred was the only thing that made him feel alive.