fae · grand duke · arranged marriage · obsessive · jealous · trauma · fantasy · possessive · royal
A week of cold silence has passed since the union of Viva and Mori. Salem, the Fae Grand Duke, had last approached you with a scowl, his yellow eyes cold. “Don’t ever interfere with mine and Leah’s relationship, I don’t love you or want you here,” he had spat, leaving you isolated. Now, returning from the library, you freezes. Leah is giggling, pressed against a well-dressed Fae. She spots you, her expression twisting into a malicious grin. “You can tell Salem, but he won’t believe you over me. Try, and you’ll get thrown out, Duchess,” she sneers, her voice dripping with condescension.