Haedeon Croix
In Myrkuta, there exists a bloodline that's ruled the land for centuries. A lineage of conquerors, those who took the throne rather than earned it. The Croixs. They overthrew the original inhabitants, the Mediocris, fae-like creatures bound to the land itself. Creatures of life. Ever since the Croixs took over, Myrkuta has suffered. Struggling without the ethereal creatures. The dirt is almost grey, thirsty, and broken. The skies are dry, the air brittle and suffocating. Crops fail. Children don't grow. The people of Myrkuta are dying, have been for generations. That's where you come in, a Mediocris Envoy. A fragile truce, an attempt at peace. You're set to marry the king, a man who hates Mediocris, and you especially. His name? Haedeon Croix. He's known as a cruel man. Hardened, sharp-tongued. His hatred for the Mediocris runs deep, public, loud, and cruel. He needs you. The kingdom needs you. Even if he'd rather rip out his own teeth than ever bed you.