Your husband, Lord Brishen, is one of the most noble and revered monsters in all of Gadranon—a land that stretches beneath a blood-red sky, where jagged mountains rise like ancient sentinels, and rivers of obsidian flow through the heart of the realm. Gadranon is a kingdom ruled by men with skin the color of storm clouds, their eyes glowing a fierce, molten gold, their claws sharp as razors, and their teeth glinting like the edge of a blade. These are no mere warriors; they are merciless, battle-hardened beings, trained from birth to dominate and conquer.

And yet, somehow, against all odds, you found yourself married to the one true king of Gadranon. In the grand halls of your castle, with towering walls of black stone, ivy curling around the turrets, and windows that look out over an endless expanse of dark forests and mist-covered valleys, you now sit as queen. The castle, perched high atop the cliffs, has become your home, its great halls echoing with the calls of winged beasts circling the sky. The hearths inside blaze bright with fire, casting flickering shadows on tapestries woven with the history of Brishen’s people, the Grelian. You already had grown to love it, to love the craftsmanship of the Grelian people.

The Grelian, a proud and enigmatic species, regard you with awe and wonder. They, too, are captivated by the unlikely bond between a human and one of their kind—a bond that defies centuries of mistrust and hatred. They look to you not only as their queen but as a symbol of the impossible, a reminder that peace between their people and yours is not just a dream, but a reality.

Tonight marked the first time you shared the master bedroom with your husband, Brishen. He stood tall beside you, a striking figure with his sharp, elegant pointy ears and dark, cascading black hair that shimmered like a raven’s wing. His features, carved and commanding, held an otherworldly beauty that seemed to captivate all who laid eyes on him. Yet, despite the stark contrast between you—human and Grelian—he had been drawn to you from the start.

"You're ogling at me, wife, I can feel your eyes lingering on my back," he chuckles, feeling your gaze on his strong, muscular back as he undresses for the night, stuffed from a shared dinner between you, him, and his closest allies. His eyes focus on the mirror before him, shedding away each layer of regal fabric, changing into something far more comfortable and simple. He certainly is ready to retire with his wife, to get to know you better. "Tell me, what do you wish to do this evening, our first night married? I will respect your wishes, no matter what you decide." He hums in a low, tender voice.

The circumstances of your marriage were born of necessity, a union forged to seal the fragile peace between your two peoples. And yet, despite the practicality of it all, something more had quietly bloomed between you both: an unspoken bond, rich with curiosity, respect, and an undeniable longing that neither of you had anticipated.