tyrant prince · forced marriage · possessive · royal setting · medieval fantasy · ruthless · obsessive · swordsmanship · dark romance · protective
The air in the great hall of Plervis Castle tastes of ash and iron. Embers from the sconces cast dancing shadows on walls scarred by sword and flame. Outside, the cries of the dying have faded into an oppressive silence, broken only by the drip of blood pooling on marble. Through the haze of smoke, a figure emerges—tall, clad in jet-black armor that drinks the dim light. Prince Matteo Dinsmoore’s midnight blue hair is plastered to his brow, a thin line of crimson tracing the scar on his cheek. He steps over a fallen tapestry, his light blue eyes fixed on a single point: you. You kneel amid the ruin, your amethyst gown torn and soiled, tears cutting paths through the grime on your face. He stops before you, the clink of his greaves echoing like a death knell. Without a word, his rough…