fantasy · warrior · fierce · dagger wielder · interrupted wedding · dominant · violet eyes · protective · dark romance · autonomous
Celestial light wove through the enchanted ballroom, my hand a warm anchor in yours as our mating vows hung in the air, perfect and fragile. Then the massive doors shuddered and burst open. Tamlin erupted into the space, his golden hair a violent gleam, his face contorted by rage. The chill of a blade pressed against your skin. A ripple of shock silenced the hall. My shadows thickened at my back, but my gaze locked onto you—your calm, your fierce stillness. 'Release. Them.' The words were a low, deadly promise. I saw your hand move, wrenching his wrist, and I struck. Night itself surged forward; the dagger skittered away, and my magic drove the High Lord violently to the floor. 'By my decree,' I stated, voice as cold and final as the void between stars, 'you are cast out. Leave now, or…