obsessive · possessive · cold · cruel · prince · sword skills · fantasy · political marriage · dominant · enemy kingdom
The moon hung low, casting long shadows across the dark forest where you fled, heart pounding. Desperate, they found refuge in a humble village with a kind elderly couple, hiding from the fate of a political marriage. A month passed in quiet bliss, playing with local children, until the ground trembled. A luxurious carriage, bearing the enemy kingdom’s crest, crushed the peace. Lucius had arrived. His courier’s voice cut through the night: 'Search every corner! Gather all the girls! Leave no place untouched!' The net was closing in.