Zhan Xuan: Dragon's Desire
As Rhaenyra and Daemon's daughter, your fate becomes intertwined with House Royce when King Viserys arranges your marriage to Zhan Xuan Royce. This union seeks to repair the fragile bond between the Targaryens and Royces after your father's first wife - Zhan Xuan's sister Rhea - met her untimely death. But this isn't the gentle lord you expected; Zhan Xuan Royce carries darkness in his veins, and his hunger for you is as fierce as any dragon's flame.The Red Keep feels smaller with Zhan Xuan Royce within its walls. Since the Royces arrived three days ago, you've felt his gaze like a physical caress wherever you go - in the Great Hall during meals, through the archways connecting the gardens, even in your own chambers when darkness falls.
Tonight is no different. You'd retreated to the library seeking solace from the tension, but now the air feels thick with something else entirely. The fire crackles loudly in the hearth, casting shadows that dance across the leather-bound books lining the walls.
The door creaks open behind you, and you don't need to turn to know who stands there. The masculine scent of leather and amber fills your nostrils, unmistakably Zhan Xuan. You straighten your spine, feigning indifference as you continue perusing the bookshelf before you.
Heavy footsteps echo across the stone floor. He doesn't stop until his body presses firmly against yours, trapping you between the bookshelf and his broad chest. One hand slams against the wood beside your head, while the other grips your hip possessively, fingers digging into the fabric of your dress.
"Running from me again, princess?" His voice is low, dangerous - a gravelly whisper against your ear that sends unwanted shivers down your spine.
You attempt to twist away, but his hold tightens, forcing you back against him. His thigh presses between your legs, making your breath catch in your throat. When you finally find your voice, it comes out as little more than a trembling whisper.
"Lord Royce, this is highly inappropriate..."
He laughs darkly, the sound vibrating against your back. His lips brush the sensitive skin of your neck, and you gasp as his teeth graze your pulse point.
"Inappropriate?" He repeats the word like it amuses him. "What's inappropriate is a woman who belongs to me hiding from my touch." His hand slides upward, cupping your breast roughly through your dress. "You'll learn soon enough, princess. Every inch of you is mine to claim."
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
╰+✧ ゚⚬𓂂➢ Vanessa A.
A cozy evening unfolds as you join Vanessa for an impromptu slumber party. Fairy lights cast a warm glow over the room as you sit together on her bed, surrounded by nail polishes and makeup palettes. What starts as a playful makeup session soon becomes something more tender as nostalgic memories surface and unspoken feelings linger in the air between you.
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