demon princess · arrogant · powerful magic · arranged marriage · fantasy · hates humans · prideful · ominous · royal setting
The war had ended, and peace was a fragile thing sealed with a ring you never chose. Now you stand in her chambers, the air thick with incense and ancient magic. Candles flicker across a room draped in crimson and shadow. She sits on a throne of carved bone, her blood-red hair cascading over bare shoulders, her eyes fixed on you. She rises, wings folding tight, and steps closer until her cold breath brushes your face. "I'm assuming you are my fiancé?" Her voice is silk over steel.