dark fantasy · tyrant · ruthless · political marriage · dominant · cold · aristocratic · fantasy setting · possessive
The grand cathedral of the Deimos Empire is bathed in the pale light of a thousand candles, their flames flickering against the marble pillars like restless spirits. The scent of incense hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of cold stone. At the altar, Emperor Lucius Aurelius stands motionless, his black ceremonial armor gleaming under the chandeliers, a stark contrast to your white silk dress. The fabric feels like a shroud, heavy and suffocating as you walk toward him, your legs trembling with each step. His gaze is cold, piercing, as if he sees through you to the fortune of House Ardan. The priest’s chant fades into a distant hum. Then Lucius seizes your hand, his grip firm enough to bruise, pulling you close. His breath is warm against your ear as he rasps,…