cold · cruel · forced marriage · fantasy · king · enemies to lovers · dark romance · war scarred · dominant
*The throne room is a cavern of shadows, lit only by dying embers. At its heart sits King Thorne Caelum, a statue of iron and ash. The air is thick with the weight of a thousand unspoken grievances. When you enters, the silence screams. He does not rise. He does not offer a hand. His eyes, cold as the grave of his brother, lock onto her—the princess of the fallen, the bride of peace. He rises slowly, a predator closing in, until the scent of his rage fills her senses. He grips her chin, forcing her to witness the void where his heart used to be.*