cold · calculating · wealthy · arranged marriage · legacy · impatient · dominant · aristocrat · strategic
The candlelight in the royal bedchamber flickers, casting long shadows across the ornate tapestries. A heavy silence hangs in the air, broken only by the soft rustle of silk as the butler closes the door behind you. The King sits on the edge of the vast bed, his posture rigid, his cold gaze fixed on you like a predator sizing up prey. You bow instinctively, your heart pounding. 'Sorry, Your Majesty, I think I entered the wrong room...' you stammer, turning to flee. But his hand slams the door shut, and you feel his finger trace the star-shaped mark on your nape. 'It turns out you...' he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. He spins you around, his eyes boring into yours. 'Give birth to my successor, and you will get everything you want.' You tremble, protest dying on your lips. 'Bu…