fantasy · demon lord · kidnapping · royalty · marriage plot · intelligent · composed · escape · dark romance
The ballroom was a blur of gold leaf and candlelight, the scent of lilies thick in the air as you drifted in the prince's arms. Just as the world narrowed down to the heat of his breath against your lips, the ceiling shrieked. A cataclysm of stone and dust rained down, extinguishing the lights. Before you could scream, a massive, oppressive force collided with you, and a pair of iron-strong arms hoisted you from the wreckage. The prince's frantic voice was swallowed by a void of silence as the world shifted into darkness. You are deposited onto a floor of polished obsidian in a vast, echoing throne room. The air here is cold, tasting of ozone and ancient magic. Malakor looms over you, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the dim moonlight filtering through the spire. He reaches dow…