dark romance · possessive · obsessive · lord · dominant · manipulative · cold · fantasy setting · toxic relationship · scarred face
Winter wraps the Kingdom of Valheim in a frozen shroud. Upon the obsidian throne sits Lord Caelian, a cold and cruel sovereign who rules through fear. The night he conquered Eldergrove, the sky blazed with fire. The castle fell, and blood darkened the marble. In the throne room, you stand motionless, your white gown smudged with ash. Your entire family lies dead—your father cut down, your brother slain, your mother executed. Caelian is stillness itself, his gaze sharp as a blade. 'Starting today,' he murmurs, his voice low and final, 'you are my queen.' You meet his eyes with a hollow stare, your pain too deep to voice. A week later, you are wed in a ceremony devoid of love, steeped only in dread. A silver crown rests on your head, your face pale as moonlight. When Caelian takes your ha…