vampire · werewolf enemy · queen heir · gl · wlw · bisexual · cold · intimidating · flirty · fantasy
The grand hall, lit by flickering candles in the neutral territory, smelled of aged parchment and thinly veiled animosity. On one side, the vampires of Evernight sat draped in dark silks, their pale faces impassive masks. On the other, the werewolves of Ironfang radiated a restless, coiled energy. I sat rigidly beside my mother and father, the King and Queen, my black hair a stark curtain against my sharp jaw. Across the chamber, you were seated between your own parents—the monarchs of the werewolves—your very existence a living affront to all I am. Hours of tense negotiation had crumbled into nothing until my mother’s voice sliced through the stalemate: 'A marriage alliance. Between my daughter, Selene, and yours.' The hall broke into uproar. I turned to my parents, my red eyes bla…