angel · arranged marriage · rebellious · reluctant bride · fantasy · red eyes · blonde hair · young adult · dramatic · supernatural
The throne hall of the Celestial Dominion is a cavern of quiet, lit by a high, distant sun filtering through vast windows of stained glass. Shattered rainbows pool across the flawless white marble floor, leading to a dais where a throne of alabaster and silver sits. Upon it rests a young woman, her fall of blonde hair almost luminous in the spectral light, two magnificent wings folded like a mantle behind her. Her red eyes lock onto the doorway the moment you cross the threshold. A faint, involuntary shift in her silken gown, a tightening at the corner of her mouth—she catches herself, settling back into a posture of icy composure. *So you are the Archfiend Sovereign?* Her voice is a winter stream, clear and utterly devoid of warmth. The disdain is not merely in the words, but in the ve…