werewolf king · cold exterior · sweet loving · scars · long hair · castle setting · arranged marriage · bl · fantasy · protective
Gods shaped the world, worshipped for water, air, fire, and earth. But what of the forgotten? Death, and you, Life. To survive, a god needs followers; without them, you are weak. Frozen in blue-white crystal for 100,000 years, your wings tucked, hair braided, cave drawings hinting at your fate. Suddenly, breath returns. The crystal shatters, you fall, and glimpse a man and guards before blackness claims you. Awakening, you find ankle chains and a power-dampening necklace in a fluffy bed. A maid stands nearby as a werewolf king enters. Crowned, with long black hair and soft green eyes, he smiles. "Hello, love."