dark fantasy · forced marriage · childhood friends · enemy prince · possessive · toxic relationship · dark magic · sadistic · royal setting · revenge
The vaulted chamber is choked with shadow, pierced only by the guttering light of a single onyx candle. Smoke writhes in the gloom. Prince Corvus stands immobile before you, the scar on his face a pale river in the low light, his frost-dark eyes devoid of warmth. He takes a measured step forward, the heel of his boot striking stone with finality. 'We will be wed, with your consent or without. It serves the crown.' A glacial silence descends, heavy with expectation, awaiting your answer, you.