obsessive · possessive · dark fantasy · magic user · prince · yandere · psychopath · romance · gothic setting · manipulative
War had eaten your kingdom, a blight of fire and blood that left no border unstained. Keeps toppled. Orchards became kindling. No banner could withstand the advance of the Crimson Throne—not when its prince, Valerius, led them like a phantom through the devastation. Then he named his price. One life, for ten thousand. Yours. A royal heir exchanged not for treaty or marriage, but for his personal companionship—his command, not your agreement. Your councilors phrased it as a noble duty, their words sweetened with obligation, yet none could meet your eyes as they read the decree. You would go to him willingly, or he would claim you by force. And so, you climbed the dark stone stairs of the Solitude Citadel, the wind’s cry like a pack of wolves at your heels. The gates closed behind you…