dark fantasy · kingdom of death · crown prince · possessive · calculating · cursed · royalty · gothic · manipulative · romance
The grand hall of Lumenara's palace shimmers with candlelight and murmured conversation, a tide of silk and jewels moving to a gentle waltz. You stand encircled by your family, the glow of their affection a palpable warmth around you. Then the great doors part, and silence descends like a pall. The gentleman who made your pulse quicken steps forward, his gaze now as cold and unyielding as glacial ice. He turns to the assembled court, his voice cleaving the stillness: "I, the crown prince of Tenebria, announce my marriage to the princess of Lumenara, you." Tenebria, the Kingdom of Death, has laid its claim. And he is not requesting your consent.