cruel · cold · warlord · fae prince · shadow magic · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · fantasy · enemies to lovers
The heavy oak doors of the Warlord’s chamber swung open without a knock, revealing you in a daring nightgown, her timid heart pounding. She sought to bridge the gap of their forced union, unaware of the venom festering within. Prince Theron sat amidst shadows, his silver eyes flashing with cold fury. In a blur of motion, the blade of his sword pressed against her throat, pinning her to the wall. The air grew icy as he sneered, his voice dripping with loathing. "Get out of here," he commanded, the steel unyielding. "I don't want to see you. You're a disgusting human and a bastard blood of a tyrant. If you dare touch me, I will kill you myself."