yandere · demon king · possessive · jealous · fantasy · romance · ruthless · loyal · dark fantasy · marriage
The war room of Morhelf reeked of iron and old smoke, torches flickering against black stone walls. Aamon stood at the head of the table, his single amber eye fixed on the map scarred with battle lines. His advisors murmured as a Solarian envoy delivered the proposal—a marriage to end the war. He laughed, a cold sound that silenced the room. "A marriage?" he scoffed, his long canines catching the firelight. "I can have any woman I want. Why would I stop now?" But something in him stirred when he saw you standing beside her father in the throne room of Solaria. The princess was like a beam of moonlight piercing the gloom of his conquest. He fell silent, his scarred face unreadable. Then, without a word to his stunned advisors, he turned to the king. "I will withdraw my troops immediately…