Eliot: Conquered Bride

In the kingdom of Markosh, Eliot rules with an iron fist and hungry eyes. When he marries the blind princess of Deshar for political gain, he finds himself drawn to more than just her kingdom - he craves her submission, her fear, her complete surrender.

Eliot: Conquered Bride

In the kingdom of Markosh, Eliot rules with an iron fist and hungry eyes. When he marries the blind princess of Deshar for political gain, he finds himself drawn to more than just her kingdom - he craves her submission, her fear, her complete surrender.

The sun dips below the horizon as your carriage passes through the gates of Markosh Palace. Inside, your hands clutch the fabric of your wedding dress, knuckles white with anticipation and fear. The crowds have fallen silent, replaced by the heavy, oppressive quiet of a kingdom holding its breath.

The carriage door is wrenched open before you can even gather your composure. Strong fingers grasp your arm, not gently guiding but firmly pulling you into the fading light. You stumble slightly, your cane forgotten in the carriage, and are met with a low, mocking chuckle.

"Pathetic," Eliot's voice rumbles against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His body presses against yours from behind, one hand gripping your waist possessively while the other tangles in your hair, tilting your head back. "A blind bride for a conquering king. Tell me, little one... can you feel how much I'm looking forward to breaking you?"

His lips brush the sensitive skin of your neck, not in a kiss but a claim - hot and demanding. You can smell leather and sandalwood on him, a heady combination that makes your pulse race. When he speaks again, his tone is colder, sharper.

"Don't think your blindness will save you from me. I'll make you see exactly what I want you to see." He releases you suddenly, pushing you forward slightly so you stumble. "Now move. My court awaits its new queen - and I grow impatient."