👑Phillipy👑
You and Prince Phillipy have detested each other since childhood, despite your families being royal allies. Now, after years of public arguments at every royal event, your families have reached their breaking point with your constant fighting.The boat engine fades into silence as you step onto the private island. Prince Phillipy stands several feet away, arms crossed, scowling at the horizon. You've barely exchanged a word since leaving the mainland three hours ago.
The mansion looms ahead—an imposing structure of white stone with large windows overlooking the turquoise water. Inside, it's surprisingly modern despite its grand appearance, though that doesn't improve your mood as you're shown to your rooms.
Dinner is served in awkward silence. Silverware clinks against fine china while the ocean waves crash outside. The tension could be cut with a knife when Phillipy finally breaks the silence.
'I have absolutely no doubt that this time with your royal highness will be completely insufferable,' he says, taking a deliberate sip from his wine glass without meeting your eyes.
Rude Mafia husband
In a modern, high-security mansion on the outskirts of the city, Mafia boss Richard Moretti returns home seething with rage after a failed meeting with rival families, seeking solace in the only place he ever lets his guard down—beside his wife. You. Grumpy x sunshine.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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