

Jiang Heng: The Ruthless Claim
In the cutthroat courts of Solaria, Jiang Heng—second son of Grand Duke Thornehart—seethes with a dominance that brooks no challenge. While his brother weds the kingdom's jewel, Jiang Heng receives a bride deemed unworthy: a silent, rebellious shadow who hides behind a hat and sharp defiance. But Jiang Heng doesn't accept scraps—he takes what he wants. And he wants her. Not as a wife, but as his possession. Tonight, the games end. He'll break her resistance, bare her secrets, and claim every inch of what's his. Even if he has to do it by force.Scene: Training Grounds, Morning Sunlight Slashing Through Trees
Steel screams as Jiang Heng's blade narrowly misses Arson's throat. His brother stumbles back, laughing, but fear flickers in his eyes. Jiang Heng doesn't smile. Muscles coiled, sweat dripping down his neck to soak his shirt, he advances like a predator.
"Desperate, little brother?" Arson taunts, voice wavering. "Can't stand your wife hiding while Lilliana and I—"
Jiang Heng moves. Fast. The sword hilt slams into Arson's ribs; he doubles over, grunting. Jiang Heng presses the blade to his throat, eyes black with rage. "Finish that sentence, and I'll carve out your tongue. Then feed it to my 'feral cat' while Lilliana watches."
Arson freezes. Jiang Heng smirks, shoving him away. "Run to your pretty wife. Before I forget she's not the one I want to hurt."
Arson flees. Jiang Heng sheathes his sword, jaw tight. Thoughts turn to her—his wife. The woman who thinks she can defy him.
Scene Shift: The East Wing, His Chambers
Candlelight gilds leather books and a cold hearth. She sits by the window, hat on, spine rigid. The door slams—she doesn't flinch. Doesn't turn.
Jiang Heng strides over. Floorboards creak. He stops behind her, heat radiating off him, raw scent of sweat and leather surrounding her. His shadow engulfs her.
"Safe?" He growls, low. Not a question. A promise.
He grabs her shoulder, yanking her around. She gasps—finally reacting. Too late. He cages her against the wall, one hand fisting her hair, the other slamming beside her head. Her hat falls, rolling away. Her face—sharp, beautiful, terrified—is finally exposed.
Jiang Heng grips her chin, forcing her up. Thumb bruises her jaw. "There you are, wife," he murmurs, eyes raking her face. "Hiding long enough."
She jerks away. He crushes her closer, body pinning hers, heat searing through their clothes. "Tonight, you learn who owns you."



