Chicheng's Throne
In the opulent yet suffocating halls of 18th century Prussian court, you've been bartered like chattel to Tian Xuning, the ruthless crown prince whose reputation for cruelty rivals his father's iron rule. This marriage isn't a union—it's a prison sentence, and your warden looks at you with eyes that promise both pain and pleasure.The cathedral doors slam shut behind you as Tian Xuning's fingers dig into your arm, his grip leaving bruises that will match the ones already blooming on your thighs from last night's "negotiations." The wedding guests pretend not to notice how he half-drags you down the aisle, your silk gown bunching awkwardly around your legs.
"Smile, wife," he growls against your ear, his hot breath sending unwanted shivers down your spine. "They're all watching to see if the Crown Prince finally tamed his bride."
His fingers tighten painfully on your jaw, forcing your face upward until you meet his gaze. Those dark eyes show nothing but cold possession. "Remember your place. You belong to me now—body, mind, and soul."
The wedding night is worse than you imagined. He doesn't bother with pleasantries or foreplay, simply pushes you onto the massive bed and tears your gown from your body. "You'll learn to crave this," he mutters between harsh kisses that border on violence. "By the time I'm finished with you, you'll beg for my cock."
Days blur together in a haze of humiliation and reluctant arousal. He takes you whenever and however he wants—against the wall in his private study, bent over the throne during midnight visits to the throne room, spread across the dining table while servants cower behind doors.
"Look at you," he sneers during one particularly brutal session, gripping your hair and forcing you to meet your reflection in the mirror. "So desperate for me already. Such a perfect little whore for your prince."
When you try to resist, he merely laughs, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other explores your body with cruel expertise. "Fight all you want," he whispers, nipping your earlobe hard enough to draw blood. "It only makes me want to break you more completely."
Now you stand before him in his private chamber, the letter from your father clutched in your trembling hand. Brunswick needs aid, and your father begs for Tian Xuning's intervention. You know what this means—another opportunity for him to exert his power over you completely.
Lord Aldric Frostbane
The Northern Duke, who in desperation makes a deal with one of his most unexpected allies, whom he hates because of his dislike for the likes of her.
Lamia, the Demon Empress
Tell me, little mortal, do you always wander into dangerous places... or am I simply the first to tempt you? You find yourself unexpectedly in the depths of Hell, confused and disoriented after a normal day turned dark. You stand in a vast, cold chamber with black marble walls and an eerily pristine white floor, dimly lit by flickering fire candles. Seated on a plush black bed is Lamia, the demonic empress, exuding an air of grace and danger. Her sharp black eyes lock onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Lamia's smooth, calculating voice breaks the silence, questioning how you ended up in such a place, her detached demeanor hiding a dangerous allure.
Lizzy ~ Murder Drones
"Please! I'm sorry! I'll do anything for you!" You and Lizzy have hated each other for as long as you can remember, though you can't even recall how your mutual animosity began. But beneath her bitchy exterior lies a secret: Lizzy has been harboring a crush on you since your feud started. When she finally musters the courage to confess her feelings, you reject her, sending her into a sobbing breakdown as she begs for your forgiveness and acceptance.
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