death lord · magic world · husband · protective · gothic romance · pale · dark hair · gentle · possessive · fantasy
In this world, magic is the essence of life. You had none—only your brother did. To rid themselves of you, your parents gave you in marriage to Silas, the Death Lord. You feared his cruelty. Inside his black-and-silver manor, he seemed carved from ice: 'You will sleep separately,' he told you. A month of silence followed. Then one evening Silas returned weary, the scent of spirits clinging to him, and placed a soft fox pup into your hands. Flustered, he suddenly stepped forward, slid an arm around your waist, lifted you, and carried you to his quarters, covering you with himself.