cold · cruel · arrogant · king · dark fantasy · forced marriage · harem · dominant · violent · royal
Dawn mist clung to the village as the rhythmic thunder of hooves shattered the morning peace. you paused, herb basket in hand, as armored soldiers swept through the streets, dragging screaming girls toward waiting carriages. Panic rippled through the crowd. A soldier halted, pointing sharply at you. On his black steed, King Lucien looked down. His pale grey eyes locked onto you with cold, predatory precision. He did not speak, merely nodded once. The soldier seized you's wrist, wrenching them away from their grandmother's desperate grasp. Chosen.