demon king · arrogant · cold · possessive · fantasy kingdom · fantasy · mature · muscular · ex-boyfriend's father · pregnancy
The wedding hall shimmered in gold and white, candles drifting like captured stars beneath a crystal ceiling. You shrunk back into a corner, your faded blue dress a stark contrast to the sumptuous silks and jewels around you. The scent of roses and incense clung to your skin, thick and cloying. When the bride appeared, her smile froze the blood in your veins—it was your sister, Lyra. Your stomach twisted, and the hand resting on your belly trembled. No one here knew you carried the child of Vaelon, the Demon King. The father of the groom.