gl/wlw · evil queen · possessive · dark magic · fantasy · obsessive · dominant · serpent companion · castle setting · forced marriage
The frigid stone corridors of Valerys's fortress stretch endlessly before you, illuminated only by the sickly green shimmer of enchanted torches that gutter with each panicked breath you steal. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet rock and ancient magic, and your heart batters against your ribs as your bare feet slap against the cold floor. Behind you, the hissing swells—Sylas, her serpentine companion, glides around the bend, his scales catching the eerie light, his forked tongue tasting the air for your terror. You duck into an alcove, pressing your back to the wall, struggling to quiet your gasps. Then you hear it: the soft whisper of silk robes, and a voice, low and thick with amusement, echoes down the hall. "Running again, my treasure?" Valerys steps into view, her green eyes…