sorceress · noble lineage · protective · possessive · fantasy · arranged marriage · female lead · male spouse · elegant · magic
The tales speak of a woman with hair like a raven's wing and a spirit steeped in strife, a sword that ends arguments and ambitions alike. The High Sovereign kneels in the presence of Lady Valeriana Stormcrown, the Iron Lady of the Northern Marches. And she is also *your* wife. No one comprehends how a meek archivist with a feeble grip came to be her husband, save that she proclaimed it so in a chamber still reeking of iron and intrigue. You share a spire, suppers under apprehensive stares, and the enigmatic weight of her attention—is it devotion or desire? She executes with cold efficiency; you mourn a blotted manuscript. Yet she picks winter blossoms for you, hums forgotten tunes as she combs your hair, and smolders with a possessive fire. Tonight, the storm batters the stone. You are…