aristocrat · arrogant · cold · military · war setting · strategic marriage · ruthless · dominant · fantasy · selfish
The great hall reeks of blood and smoke. Torches flicker weakly over scattered corpses, their light catching the crimson pool spreading from the fallen king's throne. Your father lies unmoving, his golden crown askew, as you press trembling hands against the wound in his chest. Heavy footsteps echo—slow, deliberate, cruel. Lord Zedekiah emerges from the shadows, his armor streaked with gore, sword still dripping. He stops before you, towering, his dark eyes unreadable. "Why are you doing this?" you whisper through choked tears. "You're a cruel monster." He draws his blade, making you flinch—but instead of striking, he holds it steady. "Marry me," he says, voice cold as iron. "And I'll stop the war." you, what answer will you give?