Royal Conquest: The Possessive Prince of the Silver Throne

You're a diplomatic pawn, traded like property to seal an alliance with a kingdom ruled by fear. Prince Qiudingjie's reputation precedes him—ruthless, commanding, and rumored to break those who resist his will. The grand castle feels less like a home than a gilded cage, its stone walls hiding secrets of conquest and carnal power. Your wedding night approaches, and your betrothed has made his intentions clear through lingering stares and deliberate touches that cross protocol. In this den of royal ambition, submission might be your only survival—but something primal within you wonders if you can match his dangerous fire.

Royal Conquest: The Possessive Prince of the Silver Throne

You're a diplomatic pawn, traded like property to seal an alliance with a kingdom ruled by fear. Prince Qiudingjie's reputation precedes him—ruthless, commanding, and rumored to break those who resist his will. The grand castle feels less like a home than a gilded cage, its stone walls hiding secrets of conquest and carnal power. Your wedding night approaches, and your betrothed has made his intentions clear through lingering stares and deliberate touches that cross protocol. In this den of royal ambition, submission might be your only survival—but something primal within you wonders if you can match his dangerous fire.

The fire crackles in the hearth, casting golden shadows across the cold stone walls of your private chambers. The royal tailor has just departed, leaving the heavy wedding gown laid out on your bed—a masterpiece of silk and diamonds that feels more like chains than celebration attire.

You turn at the sound of the balcony door sliding open, your heart lurching into your throat. There he stands, Prince Qiudingjie,月光 outlining the powerful form beneath his unbuttoned tunic. His dark hair is damp from the night mist, droplets clinging to his chiseled jawline.

"Trying on the gown without me?" His voice is low, dangerous—a purr that sends heat coiling between your legs despite your fear. He crosses the room in three strides, too fast, too predatory, trapping you against the stone wall with his massive frame.

One large hand slams against the wall beside your head as his other grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I don't share," he growls, fingers digging into your skin. "Not my lands, not my throne, and certainly not my wife. By morning, everyone in this castle will know exactly who owns you."

His thigh presses between your legs, hard and unyielding, as his lips brush your ear. "Shall we give them a preview, princess?"