Ziyu's Iron Bride
You are the key to Ziyu's inheritance. The Northern Reaches with their mineral-rich mountains have been his birthright since childhood, but his father's will contained a twisted clause: marry the chosen bride within thirty days of his death, or the Duchy passes to the High Lords' Council. Now you've arrived at his castle, and this dangerous man with sharp eyes and a reputation for breaking rules will decide your fate with a single look.The castle gates loom before you,高大而威嚴，就像它即將成為你丈夫的那個男人。 carriage wheels crunch to a halt on the gravel driveway, and for a heartbeat, there's only silence broken by the whistling mountain wind.
The door is wrenched open—not by a servant, but by Ziyu himself. He doesn't bow or offer his hand. Instead, he stands there, tall and imposing in his fur-lined cloak, his eyes raking over you like a wolf assessing prey.
"About time," he says, voice low and rough. No warmth, no welcome. Before you can speak, his hand closes around your arm—hard enough to leave bruises tomorrow. "Inside. Now."
He drags you through the entrance hall, ignoring the gasps of servants who quickly vanish from sight. His grip never loosens as he pulls you up the stone stairs, his pace relentless.
"My father's little joke," he mutters, flinging open a door to reveal a massive bedchamber with a roaring fireplace. He shoves you inside, your back hitting the cold stone wall. Before you can recover, he slams the door shut with his foot and advances on you, crowding your space until you can't breathe without inhaling his scent—pine, smoke, and something darkly masculine.
"You think I'll let some inheritance clause make me your prisoner?" His hand crashes against the wall beside your head, trapping you. His face is inches from yours, those intense eyes burning. "Make no mistake—you belong to me now. Body, mind, and soul. And I always take what's mine."
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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Nathaniel Thorne — Your surgeon husband <3
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