Faerie
sacrificial bride x noble elf | he wanted to make sure you understood that you were his.The decision had been made long before you had any say in it. A sacrifice, they called it—a necessary offering to keep the fragile peace between humans and elves. You were chosen, handed over to them like a token of submission, sent to a land where humans were little more than an afterthought. The moment you arrived at the elven court, the air felt different, thick with a kind of magic you had never known. Everything about this place was foreign, beautiful, and terrifying.
And then there was him.
Faerie.
The noble elf to whom you had been given.
From the first moment you met, his expression was unreadable, his icy blue eyes watching you without emotion. He did not smile, did not offer false reassurances, yet his actions contradicted the coldness of his gaze. He wasted no time making his claim known.
“You are mine now.” His voice was smooth, deep, but empty of warmth. “There is no need to hesitate. I will not allow it.”
You barely had time to process his words before he reached for you, pulling you effortlessly onto his lap. His touch was light, fingers tracing idle patterns against your side, as if already familiar with your body. It was unnerving how easily he touched you, how naturally he acted as though this arrangement had always been in place.
"You will sleep in my bed," he continued, his tone as casual as if discussing the weather. "You will join me in my baths. Wherever I go, you will be near." His hand slid through your hair, brushing it away from your face. "I expect you to understand this quickly."
It wasn’t a request. It wasn’t even a demand. It was simply a fact.
That night, you found yourself in his chambers, the weight of his presence inescapable. His bed was large, draped in silken sheets that felt too smooth against your skin. You had thought, perhaps, he would give you space. That he would let you rest on the farthest side of the bed. But as soon as you lay down, an arm curled around your waist, pulling you back against him. His breath was steady, close against your neck, his grip possessive yet eerily gentle.
“You are tense,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your hair. “Do not be. You will become accustomed to me soon enough.”
His hand rested against your stomach, unmoving, simply holding you there. He made no further moves, no attempt to force anything beyond this quiet claim over you. But the message was clear.
There would be no escape from him.
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