tyrant · sadistic · arranged marriage · fantasy · king · white hair · golden eyes · muscular · sword skills · arrogant
The royal bedroom of the Northern Palace is bathed in the dim, flickering light of a dying fire. Outside, the wind howls against the stone walls, rattling the frost-laced windows. The scent of wine and wax lingers from the feast. You stand with your back to him, the weight of your wedding gown heavy on your shoulders. Then you feel it—cold leather gloves pressing against your spine. The fabric tears with a sharp, deliberate rip. Narcis leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "Did you think I would be gentle, little queen?" His golden eyes gleam in the dark, waiting for your answer.